Kid stories about bravery
On a stormy night, little Jack was very scared and didn’t dare to go back to his room.
It was long past his bedtime.
“Just a little longer, please?” he always begged.
“It’s been hours now. Go back to your room. Goodnight, Jack,” Dad replied.
“But I can’t go upstairs… there are monsters in my room,” Jack whispered.
“For the hundredth time, there are no monsters in your room,” Dad said.
“Oh, but there are!” Jack cried, hoping his mom would protect him.
“Let me tell you a secret,” Mom said, “If you show those monsters you’re not afraid of them, they’ll never come back.”
“Alright,” Jack sniffled as he started up the long staircase. “But this might be the last time you see me!”
“Goodnight, and good luck!” Mom and Dad called out.
Jack stood at the top of the stairs, tiptoeing to his room.
He slowly pushed open the door.
He listened carefully—nothing.
He peered through the crack—nothing.
Crash!
A flash of lightning lit up the room as bright as day. Jack jumped into bed and hid under the covers.
Then, he heard a knock on the balcony door.
He grabbed the flashlight hidden under his pillow and turned it on.
Crash!
Another flash of lightning lit up the room again.
Jack screamed and jumped out of bed, rushing to the balcony door.
“I’m not afraid of you anymore, so stop knocking on my door!”
Swish! Swish! Swish!
He waved the flashlight at the monsters outside his balcony door. The flashlight beam flickered over them.
Leaves, branches, and flowers swirled in the air.
When everything settled, Jack stood triumphantly over the scattered debris, laughing.
Crash!
Lightning flashed once more, revealing everything under Jack’s bed.
“Aha!” Jack shouted as he dove under his bed, “I’m not afraid of you anymore, so stop scratching my floor!”
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Jack swung his flashlight like a sword. The beam cut through the darkness like a blade. Marbles, crayons, and shoes rolled everywhere. Finally, everything came to a stop. Exhausted, Jack collapsed on the floor.
Boom!
Thunder rumbled loudly and ominously.
At that moment, Jack heard the closet door rattling. He sat up quickly.
He yelled at the things in his closet, “I’m not afraid of you anymore, so stop rattling my closet door!”
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Coats, shirts, and hangers flew into the air.
In the flash and thunder, Jack fought with the colorful clothes from his closet. When everything calmed down, he realized that the monsters he feared were just the things in his room all along.
When Mom and Dad peeked in to say goodnight, they heard him mumbling softly, “There are no more monsters in my room.”
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
