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Jul 9, 2026

Mia finds a Superpower, but whose is it? #shortstory #kids #SEN #maths #bedtimestory

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Mia finds a Superpower, but whose is it?

Alex was in Year 4 at Oakwood Primary School. He had special educational needs, and the hardest thing for him was writing. His handwriting wobbled across the page, spelling took ages, and trying to get his thoughts down on paper felt like wading through thick sticky treacle. (Though he did love treacle toffee pudding a lot). In English lessons his best friend Mia often sat beside him and wrote down the brilliant stories Alex told her out loud.

“Your ideas are amazing, Alex,” she would say. The rest of the class were just as kind. No one laughed when he needed help. They simply helped. Because that is what friends do and because helping someone with schoolwork also makes you learn more.

Maths, though… maths was different.

Alex could do numbers in his head the way most people breathe. Big numbers, tricky multiplications, long divisions, they just clicked. He never needed paper or a calculator. But because almost every maths lesson involved copying problems from the board and writing out working, nobody had ever noticed how fast and accurate he really was. Mrs Patel, their teacher, knew Alex was good at maths, but she had no idea just how good.

One rainy Thursday afternoon the classroom lights suddenly flickered and went out. A huge clap of thunder shook the windows. The power had gone. The room became gloomy and the big blackboard at the front turned into a dark shadow. Nobody could read what Mrs Patel had written on it.

“Oh dear,” Mrs Patel said, trying the light switch again. “Power cut. We can’t see the board at all. I suppose we’ll have to stop for now.”

The class groaned. They had been looking forward to the challenge Mrs Patel had prepared.

Then Alex’s quiet voice came from the middle of the room.

“I can still do them.”

Mrs Patel frowned. “Do what, Alex?”

“The problems on the board. I don’t need to see them. You can just tell me the numbers and I’ll work them out.”

A few children turned to look at him, curious. Mia gave him an encouraging smile.

Mrs Patel thought for a moment, then smiled too. “All right. Let’s try. Problem one: 456 multiplied by 123.”

Alex didn’t even pause. “Fifty-six thousand and eighty-eight.”

Mrs Patel quickly checked on her phone. Her eyebrows shot up. “That’s exactly right.”

The class started to murmur.

“Problem two,” Mrs Patel said, a little faster now. “2,345 multiplied by 67.”

“One hundred and fifty seven thousand, one hundred and fifteen,” Alex answered at once.

Gasps rippled around the room.

“Problem three: 7,892 multiplied by 456.”

“Three million, five hundred and ninety-eight thousand, seven hundred and fifty-two,” came the calm reply.

By the fifth problem — a really tricky one with a four-digit number — the whole class had gone completely silent, listening in wonder. Every single answer Alex gave was correct.

When Mrs Patel confirmed the last one, the classroom exploded with cheers and clapping.

“Alex, you’re a genius!”
“How did you do that so fast?”
“You didn’t even need the board!”

Mia threw her arms around him. “That was incredible! You’re like a human calculator!”

Mrs Patel walked over to Alex’s table, her face glowing with pride. “Alex, I had no idea you could work things out so quickly and accurately in your head. That was truly extraordinary. You didn’t need to see the blackboard at all.”

Alex’s cheeks went pink, but he was smiling the biggest smile anyone had ever seen on him.

“I just… sort of see the numbers in my head,” he said shyly. “Writing them down is the hard bit.”

From that day on, everything changed a little. Mrs Patel started giving the class more mental maths challenges and oral questions so Alex could show what he could really do. She also made sure he had extra time and help with any writing he needed, and sometimes let him explain his answers out loud instead of writing them all down.

The other children never stopped being kind, but now they were proud of him in a new way too. Whenever anyone struggled with a sum, they turned to Alex.

“Hey Alex, can you do this one in your head?”

And Alex would grin, close his eyes for a second, and give them the answer.

Because even though writing would always be tricky for him, Alex had discovered something wonderful: his brain had its own special superpower. And on the day the lights went out, the whole class finally got to see it shine.

Jul 8, 2026

💋Whispers of the Storm by Mills and Swoon ♥️ shortstory #eroticliterature #clitlit #romance

Whispers of the Storm

The rain lashed against the tall windows of the old coastal manor like a lover’s impatient fingers. Elena Voss stood in the dimly lit library, her silk blouse clinging damply to her skin after her frantic dash from the car. She had come to catalogue the late duke’s rare book collection, not to reignite a flame she had buried three years ago.

The door clicked shut behind her. She didn’t need to turn around. She knew that presence, the slow, commanding footsteps, the faint scent of cedar and rain-soaked wool.

“Still running from thunderstorms, Elena?”

His voice was deeper than she remembered, rough velvet that stroked every nerve. Alexander Kane, the new duke, stepped into the firelight. Tall, broad-shouldered, with midnight hair falling across his brow and eyes the colour of storm-tossed seas. The years had only sharpened him—stronger jaw, more commanding mouth, a body that filled his tailored shirt with raw masculine power.

“I’m here for the books, Your Grace,” she said, lifting her chin even as her pulse thundered. “Nothing more.”

A slow, knowing smile curved his lips. “Liar.”

He crossed the room in three strides. Before she could protest, his large hand cupped her face, thumb brushing her lower lip. The touch ignited her. Three years of careful distance, of pretending she didn’t ache for him every night, crumbled in an instant.

“Alex....”

He swallowed her protest with a kiss that claimed. Hot. Hungry. His mouth moved over hers with devastating skill, tongue teasing until she moaned and opened for him. Strong arms pulled her flush against his hard body. She felt every inch of him, especially the thick, insistent ridge of his arousal pressing against her stomach.

He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down her throat. “I’ve dreamed of this,” he growled against her racing pulse. “Of stripping you bare in front of this fire and reminding you exactly who you belong to.”

Elena’s fingers curled into his shirt. “Then remind me.”

With a low, triumphant sound, Alexander lifted her onto the heavy oak table. Books scattered. His hands were everywhere—unbuttoning her blouse with impatient tugs, pushing it off her shoulders. The cool air kissed her heated skin as he stared at her lace-covered breasts, eyes dark with hunger.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, before dipping his head. His mouth closed over one taut nipple through the lace, sucking hard. Elena cried out, arching into him. He yanked the bra down, freeing her, and lavished her with teeth and tongue until she was writhing, thighs squeezing around his hips.

His hand slid up her skirt, fingers tracing the edge of her soaked panties. “So wet for me already,” he murmured, voice thick. “My good girl.”

Two thick fingers pushed inside her without warning. Elena gasped at the stretch, at the perfect way he curled them, stroking that secret spot that made stars burst behind her eyes. He pumped slowly, deliberately, thumb circling her swollen clit while his mouth devoured her breasts.

“I need you,” she whimpered, tugging at his belt. “Please, Alex.”

He straightened, eyes blazing. In one fluid motion he freed himself. His cock sprang heavy and thick against his stomach—long, veined, the head already glistening. Elena’s mouth watered at the sight.

Alexander hooked her legs over his arms, spreading her wide on the table. He rubbed the blunt head of his cock along her slick folds, teasing her entrance.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

Their eyes locked. With one powerful thrust he buried himself to the hilt inside her. Elena screamed in pleasure, the delicious burn of being so completely filled overwhelming her. He was so big, so deep, stretching her perfectly.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he groaned, forehead pressed to hers. Then he began to move—long, punishing strokes that rocked the heavy table. Each thrust drove him deeper, the wet slap of skin and her breathless cries filling the library.

Elena clung to his shoulders, nails digging into muscle as he took her harder, faster. The angle hit that perfect spot with every plunge. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her.

“Come for me, darling,” he rasped, thumb returning to her clit. “Let me feel you break.”

The orgasm crashed over her like the storm outside. She shattered around him, inner walls pulsing, milking his thick length. Alexander cursed, hips stuttering. With three final, brutal thrusts he followed her over the edge, flooding her with hot pulses of his release as he roared her name.

They stayed locked together, panting, the fire crackling softly. Alexander brushed damp strands of hair from her face, his expression suddenly tender.

“I never stopped loving you,” he whispered. “Not for one damned day.”

Elena smiled, heart full, body still trembling around him. “Then keep me this time, Your Grace.”

He kissed her softly, already hardening inside her again.

“Forever,” he promised, and began to move once more.

Outside, the storm raged on. Inside, theirs had only just begun.

Mia The Athlete by Tale Teller Kids published by Tale Teller Club Press

Once upon a time, in a sunny little town, there lived a girl named Mia. Mia was five years old, just like you! She had bright brown eyes and a big smile. Mia loved to watch athletes on TV. They ran fast, jumped high, and threw balls super far.

“I want to be an athlete too!” Mia said every morning.

But Mia used a wheelchair. Her legs were a little different and didn’t run like her friends’ legs. Sometimes she felt sad. “How can I be an athlete in a wheelchair?” she wondered.

One bright day, Mia’s mom took her to the big park. Colorful flags waved in the wind. A friendly coach named Coach Lee was there with lots of kids.

“Today we’re having Wheelchair Games!” said Coach Lee with a happy wave. “Everyone can play!”

Mia’s eyes grew wide. There were wheelchairs that zoomed, special balls that bounced high, and even a race track just for wheels.

First, they played wheelchair basketball. Mia rolled her chair fast across the shiny court. Whoosh! She threw the ball. Swish! It went right through the hoop!

“Yay, Mia!” cheered her new friends.

Next came the big race. Mia’s heart went thump-thump. She gripped her wheels tight. “Ready… set… GO!”

Mia pushed with all her might. Her arms were strong from rolling everywhere. Zoom! Her wheelchair went faster and faster. The wind tickled her face. She crossed the finish line with a giant grin.

“You did it!” shouted Coach Lee. “You are a real athlete, Mia!”

Mia laughed and hugged her shiny new medal. It sparkled in the sun. “I can be an athlete,” she said. “Just in my own amazing way!”

From that day on, Mia practiced every week. She made new friends, grew stronger, and dreamed even bigger dreams.

And whenever she felt a little worried, she remembered: You don’t need the same legs as everyone else to chase your dreams. You just need a brave heart and wheels that go fast!

The end.

What do you think Mia should try next—swimming with a special float or throwing a flying disc?

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