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The Elephant’s Ball

September 8, 2010 by storybus

The insects and birds, with the balls and their feasts
Caus’d much conversation among all the beasts:
The Elephant, famous for sense as for size,
At such entertainments express’d much surprise;
Says he, “shall these impudent tribes of the air,
To break our soft slumbers thus wantonly dare?
Shall these petty creatures, us beasts far below,
Exceed us in consequence, fashion, and show?
Forbid it, true dignity, honour and pride!—
A grand rural fête I will shortly provide,
That for pomp, taste, and splendor, shall far leave behind,
All former attempts of a similar kind.”
The Buffalo, Bison, Elk, Antelope, Pard,
All heard what he spoke, with due marks of regard.

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story type: 
Children's
Author: 
J. HARRIS

A rose for emily story

June 24, 2010 by storybus

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A Rose for Emily Summary
The story, told in five sections, opens in section one with an unnamed narrator describing the funeral of Miss Emily Grierson. (The narrator always refers to himself in collective pronouns; he is perceived as being the voice of the average citizen of the town of Jefferson.)read the short story

story type: 
Horror
Author: 
William Faulkner

The gary houseman story

June 12, 2010 by storybus


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From the director of Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle and Dude Where's My Car comes with this raunchy comedy Seann William Scott and Randy Quaid. Gary Houseman (Scott) is a zealous caretaker, the high school steps lead up to the school loser tennis team to the state, where the final drama coach is dead, the bold and often offensive intention is the new coach of this inspiring outsiders not only to win but also to stand up for themselves. Although his coaching tactics may unorthodox, including motivating his star player with a pre-game stripper, his heart in the right place. Besides, sometimes it takes big balls to play hard ball.read the short story

story type: 
Other
Author: 
Anonim

Daniel's Story and stories about Daniel

June 4, 2010 by storybus

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Daniel's Story Summary:
Daniel's Story is Daniel. He is eighteen at the end of the book, but through flashbacks, the author takes the reader all the way back to Daniel's sixth birthday.read the short story

story type: 
Children's
Author: 
Anonim

Bertha and Felix

May 30, 2010 by storybus

Bertha und FelixBertha and Felix had been a strange couple. You owe it to pure coincidence that their paths crossed. Although they in common except their huge appetite, absolutely nothing, had the two close friends have become.
It was on a mild spring morning, when Bertha left her protective shelter. The pearls of dew on the grass sparkled like diamonds as the first rays of sun touched it. Bertha stretched slowly out of their long antennae and let her gaze wander. At the sight to be offered her was the little screw the mouth water. A true feast awaited them, Bertha had to do only with their little house on the move and sat down to the delicate green buds and leaves, the abundance of swaying in the wind, refresh.read the short story

story type: 
Other
Author: 
Carine Redlinger
Page: 
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"Empty House" Ghost story - Algernon Blackwood

December 20, 2009 by storybus

number of the house is thirteen," whispered a voice at his side;
and neither of them made the obvious reference, but passed across the
broad sheet of moonlight and began to march up the pavement in silence.

It was about half>way up the square that Shorthouse felt an arm slipped
quietly but significantly into his own, and knew then that their
adventure had begun in earnest, and that his companion was already
yielding imperceptibly to the influences against them. She needed
support.

A few minutes later they stopped before a tall, narrow house that rose
before them into the night, ugly in shape and painted a dingy white.
Shutterless windows, without blinds, stared down upon them, shining here
and there in the moonlight. There were weather streaks in the wall and
cracks in the paint, and the balcony bulged out from the first floor a
little unnaturally. But, beyond this generally forlorn appearance of an
unoccupied house, there was nothing at first sight to single out this
particular mansion for the evil character it had most certainly
acquired.

Taking a look over their shoulders to make sure they had not been
followed, they went boldly up the steps and stood against the huge black
door that fronted them forbiddingly. But the first wave of nervousness
was now upon them, and Shorthouse fumbled a long time with the key
before he could fit it into the lock at all. For a moment, if truth were
told, they both hoped it would not open, for they were a prey to various
unpleasant emotions as they stood there on the threshold of their
ghostly adventure. Shorthouse, shuffling with the key and hampered by
the steady weight on his arm, certainly felt the solemnity of the
moment. It was as if the whole world>>for all experience seemed at that
instant concentrated in his own consciousness>>were listening to the
grating noise of that key. A stray puff of wind wandering down the empty
street woke a momentary rustling in the trees behind them, but otherwise
this rattling of the key was the only sound audible; and at last it
turned in the lock and the heavy door swung open and revealed a yawning
gulf of darkness beyond.

With a last glance at the moonlit square, they passed quickly in, and
the door slammed behind them with a roar that echoed prodigiously
through empty halls and passages. But, instantly, with the echoes,
another sound made itself heard, and Aunt Julia leaned suddenly so
heavily upon him that he had to take a step backwards to save himself
from falling.

A man had coughed close beside them>>so close that it seemed they must
have been actually by his side in the darkness.

With the possibility of practical jokes in his mind, Shorthouse at once
swung his heavy stick in the direction of the sound; but it met nothing
more solid than air. He heard his aunt give a little gasp beside

Author: 
Algernon Blackwood
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