151 Stories for Girls

Pearl was walking home from school. On the way, she saw a path that led to a meadow. She walked on until she reached an arched gateway. Beyond the gateway was the most beautiful garden Pearl had ever seen. The sweet smell of the flowers lured her further into the meadow. Bees buzzed, birds chirped […]

Once upon a time, there was an ant. He had taught his neighbour, the grasshopper, how important it was to work hard. He also taught the grasshopper that one should not play all day. The grasshopper heeded the ant’s words and taught them to the members of his family. Many years later, the grasshopper’s son

Dorothy was a quiet girl. She was well behaved. But the children of her class teased her because she wore braces and spectacles. Dorothy kept away from everyone and always concentrated on her studies. One day, the music teacher walked into the class and said, “I will select singers for the school choir team today.”

Amy loved to study. But she dreaded going to school. She began making excuses every other day to avoid going to school. Her parents were worried. They asked her what was wrong, but she would not say anything. One day, Amy told her elder sister about her predicament. “There’s a bully named Vera in my

Nina loved receiving gifts for Christmas. But as the years passed, she got bored of receiving dolls all the time. “Who wants to play with dolls all the time? I have even donated some dolls but I still have many,” she told her mother. Then she decided to write a letter to Santa Claus. “Dear

Every year, the people of Fairyland celebrated the crowning of their new queen. This year, too, was no different. The whole kingdom was decorated with flowers. The birds sang the sweetest of melodies and flowers bloomed in every colour. The ants scurried around, hanging festoons from the branches of every tree in Fairyland. As usual,

Two sisters lived in a village. The younger sister worked from morning to night, while the elder sister did no housework at all. She would sit in her room, snacking every now and then. She told her sister, “Don’t work so much! You shall grow ugly and tired. All your friends will leave you.” The

Marjorie and her friends were playing near the pond. Beside it stood the huge house where no one lived. Its doors were covered with creepers. “There is no one in the house. Why is everyone scared of it?” asked Marjorie. “I don’t know. But I am not going in there,” replied Pauline. “Let’s go there.

Libby was a lazy girl. She was also sloppy. She left her toys everywhere. Her mother always asked her to put her toys in the toy-box, but Libby wouldn’t listen. One day, her mother said, “If you wouldn’t put each of your toys back in its place, I will donate it to the needy.” But

Zita loved to play with dolls. One day, she couldn’t find her doll anywhere. She walked into the kitchen and asked her mother, “Have you seen my doll?” “Zita, don’t tell me you’ve lost it again. You are quite careless,” said her mother. Then Zita asked her grandmother about it. “Sit quietly. Retrace your steps

“Time to go to bed, Lacy,” said her mother one night. “Mommy, how come you and I don’t see the full moon every night?” she asked. Her mother said, “You know, Lacy, the sun is very proud of himself. But when he sees the moon glowing softly at night, he gets jealous. Because poets love

Once a witch lived in a forest. She stole little girls and made them her assistants. Then she would invent new spells and try them on the girls. The girls wanted to go home, so they would shout every night and day. The forest echoed with their cries. All the animals took pity on them.

Ottilia was an old woman. She was very boastful. None in her village liked her. So, she decided to go and settle in another village. Old Ottilia limped when she walked. She travelled to the new village, hitching rides on carts and buses. This made her limp worse. When she reached the new village, she

Molly was good at studies. But she loved to tell tall tales to everyone she met. Her friends would tell her, “Why don’t you stop telling lies? We are tired of your stories.” But Molly was in no mood to listen. She continued her ways until her friends stopped listening to her. Once, Molly went

There are good witches and there are bad witches. Let’s see how three bad witches fell prey to their evil acts. Once, three witches saw a merchant with a sack of gold. They robbed him and flew away on their broomsticks. They decided to share the loot in a forest. But they were all hungry.