Children's Fiction
The Real Pocahontas
Disney turned Pocahontas into a love story between a native princess and an English explorer. The truth is much darker. The real Pocahontas was about 11 or 12 when she met John Smith. There was no romance — but later, she was kidnapped by English colonists, converted to Christianity, renamed Rebecca, and forced to marry a settler named John Rolfe.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
A start of a Tale with dyslexia
© 2025 Cryptic Edwards. All rights reserved. By Cryptic Edwards copy rights 2025 Cryptic Edwards all rights reserved A Start of a Tale with Dyslexia is an original excerpt from my upcoming sequel project. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without prior written permission of the author. Published by Cryptic Edwards
By Cryptic Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
JUNO CHAPTER 2 The AETHERION SECRET
After a brutal beating from street thugs, a 17-year-old boy named Juno crosses paths with an old man carrying a dangerous secret. The old man reveals the existence of an ancient crystal known as Aetherion, a source of unimaginable power that can turn pure hearts divine—or corrupt souls into darkness.
By ikechukwu michael3 months ago in Chapters
From Dust to Dreams
From Dust to Dreams 1. A Childhood in Shadows In a forgotten corner of a dusty village, a boy named Aariz grew up with more hopes than possessions. His house was nothing more than sunbaked bricks and a tin roof that rattled every time the wind passed. His father was a laborer at a construction site, and his mother stitched clothes for neighbors. They had little, but they had warmth, and that warmth kept Aariz going.
By Muhammad Haris khan afridi3 months ago in Chapters
Meet The Sullivan Detective Agency: Double Trouble — An Adventure-Forward Children’s Mystery Book Series
The Sullivan Detective Agency is a series of mystery books for kids that has attracted a lot of kids already. Those who are unaware of this series can read this blog to learn about all the books that have been published in this series. Think classic stories rebuilt for modern readers: short chapters, breadcrumb clues, and ethical detectives who use brains over bravado. It’s an adventure mystery series that respects kids’ curiosity and rewards it. So, let’s explore!
By Parker Kelly Books3 months ago in Chapters
Knotted Roots - Part 13. Top Story - October 2025.
I held onto Jasper, for what felt like hours, but it was only a matter of a few minutes. “I’ll be right back, Jasper.” I slipped out of his limp arms, as he slouched back to the couch. I made my way to the kitchen to brew up some coffee, hoping the warmth and energy would bring some kind of life back to Jasper’s eyes. I wasn’t sure what else to do, but I knew Jasper needed someone. Had he told Jane? Did anyone else know? Even I was in disbelief over the shattering news of his father’s passing. He was doing so well, enjoying the most of his life, especially recently, with Jasper being home. I needed to remain strong, for Jasper. His world just broke, the only family he had left was his father. He was all that remained of the Black family. While the coffee brewed, and the warm roasted smell wafted aimlessly in the air, I returned to Jasper, who had his phone back in his hands. It looked like he had just sent a message to someone, but I wasn’t sure. “Jasper?” He didn’t look up, his fingers slowly gliding over his glass screen. I sat down beside him again, and saw him looking at the few photos of him and Pa he was staring at. He clicked on one in particular, a photo with him, Pa, Jane and her parents, seemingly enjoying a barbeque. “You guys look great together…” I breathed, “He finally went to church that day.” Jasper croaked, his voice gritty. I didn’t know what to say, so I just leaned on Jasper’s arm, hoping it brought him comfort. We sat there, silently leaning against one another until I heard the coffee maker ding. “I’ll grab us a cup.” As I poured the hot brew into two coffee mugs I heard Jasper’s phone ring briefly, followed by his footsteps moving outside as he answered the phone. I sat patiently at the kitchen table awaiting his return but was soon spooked by Jasper slamming the front door shut, his steps rapidly approaching like thunder. “Who was that?” I asked, nervous that he was in such a rage, he had just lost his father, what else could have possibly happened?! “Like you don’t already know.” He gritted through his teeth as he leaned angrily over the kitchen sink. “Jasper, I…” “Why are you here Grace?” “I heard the sirens and saw them turning into your driveway. What happened just now?” My voice rose with confusion, slightly defensive with the way Jasper’s unpredictable anger grew. His body was tense, as if he was trying to control every muscle, every reaction. His hands gripped the basin of the sink like he relied on it for support, for stability. “Jasper, why don’t you just breathe, calm down.” “Calm down?” He scoffed, as he turned so that I could see his face, I took a step back. There was a darkness in his eyes, his face contorted and unrecognizable. “Jasper, you’re not…” “No! I know why you’re here Grace. You can stop pretending now.” “Pretending?!” “You and your slimeball of a fiance are so eager to take this ranch, my heritage, my life!” Jasper’s anger was explosive, as if a nuclear reaction had just occurred. “I tried to love you Grace. I really did, and yet, I’ve been a fool this entire time. I was so blinded that I didn’t realize how bad you’ve manipulated me.” “Manipulated you?!” Jasper let out an exhausted, breathy, laugh. “Greg told me everything.” He said slowly, his eyes like a predator on mine, I was frozen. I wasn’t scared of Jasper, but there was an aura in the way he stalked around the kitchen table towards me, that made me tremble for a moment. “You and Greg think you can take this ranch from me.” His voice was low, twisted. His arm pinning me against a nearby wall in the kitchen, his face sinking so we were on even eye level with one another. “You thought you had this perfect plan, the way I crawled like a puppy to you, the way we made love that night. Oh, it was almost perfectly thought out.” “Jasper…” “No! You don’t get to play with my feelings anymore! I’m done tormenting myself for you!” Could he honestly believe that was why I was here? Have I not hurt as well? Or did he forget how it was when he left? I knew he wasn’t thinking clearly, influenced by Greg’s vile lies, if I had any ounce of love left for him, it was gone. I couldn’t love anyone who would intentionally destroy one’s reason for existing, to so carelessly attack one’s soul. Jasper needed to see the truth, that I never wanted his ranch, that I was here for him! “Who was on the phone?” I asked coldly, now that there was space between us. I was beginning to feel more secure, more bold. “Answer me Jasper!” “Like you didn’t tell him.” He said exhausted, his chest heaving. His eyes low, not even looking at me anymore. His muscles, slowly relaxing. It was as if I was watching him give up, to submit to something. That wasn’t the Jasper I knew. Sorrow swirled in my heart, and it was then that everything had begun to make sense. Greg was in town talking with the bankers, he must’ve seen the ambulance! “Jasper, I haven’t spoken to anyone! I’ve only been here, with you!” “Liar! He told me how you’ve been hoping for this day to come. How you only ever wanted him!” “Jasper, that’s not true! You know that!” “I don’t believe you!” “Jasper, I’m here because I love you! I know you don’t want to admit your feelings for me after everything you’ve been through! I know you’re trying to change yourself! To be different, to be with Jane. But you don’t need to change for me, Jasper! I loved you then, like I love you now, recklessly.” I shouted, a pure emotional release, no longer able to restrain myself. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have crawled into bed with another man!” His hands slamming against the wall behind me, pinning me once more. “It’s not like I was yours to lose! Besides, I made a mistake, Jasper!” “I gave you every piece of me, Grace! For once, I wanted you to love me, without me begging for it!” I stood astonished, speechless. The black envelope, the bantering, how he held me in his room, against the sheets, the passion burning like an inferno. Looking upwards at his shadowy expression, that’s when I saw the tears that had been running down his face. “I think it’s time you left Grace.” “Surely you don’t…” “Leave!” Jasper’s booming anger was evident, and perhaps he needed space, time. He just lost his father, Greg calling him in his darkest hour and stirring things up in the midst of everything. As I slipped out underneath his arm, I slowly made my way to the front door, grabbing the cold doorknob. I looked back to Jasper in the kitchen. He had slumped down to the ground, head in his hands, and my heart churned with torment as I couldn’t ease his pain. I couldn’t because I was part of what caused it, and that tore my heartstrings like a broken chord on a guitar. When I got home, I ran straight to my room slamming my bedroom door and landing on my bed, trying to smother my sobs in my pillow. “Grace, dear?” It was my father, he rarely ever comes into my room, he always knew it was when I needed space, but his presence seemed to bring relief. “Papa! He’s gone!” My father just wrapped me in his arms as I curled into him like a little girl, and sobbed violently in his chest. “I know honeybee, I know.”
By Sibley Shamra3 months ago in Chapters
ABondThroughTheFire
Jared Kinard held the passenger door open for Savannah as they left the café, the brisk evening air wrapping around them. She slid into his sleek black sports car, its leather seats still warm from the heater. The tension from her meeting with Darrius lingered in the silence between them.
By BeeSparrow4 months ago in Chapters
Calm Minds, Happy Hearts: Parenting for Emotional Balance
Parenting is not only about teaching children how to read, write, or tie their shoes. It’s also about guiding them through the beautiful and often confusing world of emotions. From the moment a child is born, they begin to feel — joy, fear, anger, curiosity, love — yet they don’t always have the words or tools to understand what’s happening inside them. That’s where a calm, patient parent becomes their first teacher of emotional balance.
By Muhammad Azeemullah4 months ago in Chapters
