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The banana tree

March 4, 2010 by storybus

It is hot in the jungle.read the short story

story type: 
Children's
Author: 
anonim

Poison!

March 2, 2010 by storybus

poison horror story
Els on one days went to the basement.read the short story

story type: 
Horror
Author: 
anonim

decapitated cat

February 27, 2010 by storybus

On one days in the park was alone with his cat in January mournful domino
He was terrified, he always thought when you are alone there's ghosts but that is obviously not as & his cat was there so that could notread the short story

story type: 
Humour
Author: 
Lila

Berend Bear

February 23, 2010 by storybus

bear story childrenBerend Bear walked through the woods.
Suddenly they saw a Jos de Vos.
Berend Bear said to him: Hi Jos de Vos.
Jos de Vos said: Hi Berend Bear! It is nice here huh? So in the forest.
Yes Bear said Berend.
It is a amazing weather.read the short story

story type: 
Children's
Author: 
anonim

My first School

February 21, 2010 by storybus

first schoolFor the first time my major to the school, Lisa find it exciting. Mama Lisa is awake early, because they must have a bath. Lisa tells Mama that they has abdominal pain. Lisa does not need to say mama, That is because the nerves. Lisa does not know what nerves are, & asks Mom, what are nerves?read the short story

story type: 
Children's
Author: 
lovegame

Discovery

May 16, 2009 by storybus

The steamer was crowded with people and the crossing promised to be
good. I was going from Havre to Trouville.

The ropes were thrown off, storywhistle blew for the last time, storywhole
boat started to tremble, and the great wheels began to revolve, slowly
at first, and then with ever-increasing rapidity.
We were gliding along the pier, black with people. Those on board were
waving their handkerchiefs, as though they were leaving for America, and
their friends on shore were answering in storysame manner.
storybig July sun was shining down on the red parasols, the light
dresses, storyjoyous faces and on the ocean, barely stirred by a ripple.
When we were out of the harbor, storylittle vessel swung round the big
curve and pointed her nose toward storydistant shore which was barely
visible through the early morning mist. On our left was story broad
estuary of the Seine, her muddy water, which never mingles with that
of storyocean, making large yellow streaks clearly outlined against the
immense sheet of storypure green sea.
As soon as I am on a boat I feel the need of walking to and fro, like a
sailor on watch. Why? I do not know. Therefore I began to thread my way
along storydeck through the crowd of travellers. Suddenly I heard my name
called. I turned around. I beheld one of my old friends, Henri Sidoine,
whom I had not seen for ten years.
We shook hands and continued our walk together, talking of one thing
or another. Suddenly Sidoine, who had been observing story crowd of
passengers, cried out angrily:
"It's disgusting, the boat is full of English people!"
It was indeed full of them. storymen were standing about, looking over
the ocean with an all-important air, as though to say: "We are story
English, the lords of the sea! Here we are!"
storyyoung girls, formless, with shoes which reminded one of the naval
constructions of their fatherland, wrapped in multi-colored shawls, were
smiling vacantly at storymagnificent scenery. Their small heads, planted
at the top of their long bodies, wore English hats of story strangest
build.
And storyold maids, thinner yet, opening their characteristic jaws to story
wind, seemed to threaten one

Author: 
Guy De Maupassant

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