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Kids Are Real - A Children’s Flash Fiction Story

Faith, Art, writing and learning are Tim’s passions. Tim loves working in education. He has a BS in Psychology from Albright College.

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“There are kids under my bed

Cried a little monster named Ted

Mother monster gave his head a kiss

“Tisk,tisk,”She said, “kids don’t really exist.”

“So go back to sleep my dear child

Go back, have dreams not so wild

Now, I’ll see you in the morning light

But when momma was clear out of sight

The kids under the bed scampered back out

They gave the little monster such a scare, he let out a shout

“Go away, go away.” He whispered.

Go away, go away. Just disappear.”

The little monster had, had quite enough.

It was time for him to be a little gruff

The little monster tried to scare the little children away

By trying to act so big, bold and brave

But the little children just danced and sang

Played until the night drew dark and a midnight bell rang

All through the night the little monster laid

The covers pulled up and over his head

Till one of the children decided to climb

Up, up on the top of little monsters bed

“What’s wrong, don’t you want to play?”

Called out a little girl named May

She giggled, laughed, jumped up and down

The little monster gave the girl a small frown

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“Why can’t you just leave me all alone

Go back to wherever you call home?”

The little girl sat on the edge of the bed

While she puzzled the puzzle in her head

Finally she grinned a grin so big and wide

“I don’t want to go home, I’m having a good time.”


“You’ve got to lighten up, loosen up, learn how play.”

Said the little girl named May

“So get up, get up come out and play.”

She tried and tried to pull the covers away.

The little monster held on to the cover so tight.

Till all at once he gave up on the fight.

Little monster jumped up, stood up next to the girl on his bed.

He thought to himself, “If I can’t be rid of them I’ll join them instead.”

Little monster played and played with the children into the night.

Till all at once he woke up at the first light.

His room was empty. No one was around.

Had he dreamed it, thought it. Then he heard a sound.

A soft giggle from so far, far away

A soft giggle from a girl named May

© 2021 Timothy Whitt

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