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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
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Georce William Curtis's short story: Titbottom's Spectacles

July 7, 2009 by storybus

spectacles, I could not resist their
fascination, and I withdrew into myself, and became a solitary boy.
There were not many companions for me of my own age, and they
gradually left me, or, at least, had not a hearty sympathy with me;
for if they teased me I pulled out my spectacles and surveyed them so
seriously that they acquired a kind of awe of me, and evidently
regarded my grandfather's gift as a concealed magical weapon which
might be dangerously drawn upon them at any moment. Whenever, in our
games, there were quarrels and high words, and I began to feel about
my dress and to wear a grave look, they all took Titbottom's Spectacles storyalarm, and
shouted, 'Look out for Titbottom's spectacles,' and scattered like a
flock of scared sheep.
"Nor could I wonder at it. For, at first, before they took the alarm,
I saw strange sights when I looked at them through the glasses. If two
were quarrelling about a marble or a ball, I had only to go behind a
tree where I was concealed and look at them leisurely. Then the scene
changed, and no longer a green meadow with boys playing, but a spot
which I did not recognize, and forms that made me shudder or smile. It
was not a big boy bullying a little one, but a young wolf with
glistening teeth and a lamb cowering before him; or, it was a dog
faithful and famishing--or a star going slowly into eclipse--or a
rainbow fading--or a flower blooming--or a sun rising--or a waning
moon. Titbottom's Spectacles storyrevelations of the spectacles determined my feeling for the
boys, and for all whom I saw through them. No shyness, nor
awkwardness, nor silence, could separate me from those who looked
lovely as lilies to my illuminated eyes. If I felt myself warmly drawn
to any one I struggled with the fierce desire of seeing him through
the spectacles. I longed to enjoy Titbottom's Spectacles storyluxury of ignorant feeling, to
love without knowing, to float like a leaf upon the eddies of life,
drifted now to a sunny point, now to a solemn shade--now over
glittering ripples, now over gleaming calms,--and not to determined
ports, a trim vessel with an inexorable rudder.
"But, sometimes, mastered after long struggles, I seized my spectacles
and sauntered into the little town. Putting them to my eyes I peered
into the houses and at the people who passed me. Here sat a family at
breakfast, and I stood at the window looking in. O motley meal!
fantastic vision! The good mother saw her lord sitting opposite, a
grave, respectable being, eating muffins. But I saw only a bank-bill,
more or less crumpled and tattered, marked with a larger or lesser
figure. If a sharp wind blew suddenly, I saw it tremble and flutter;
it was thin, flat, impalpable. I removed my glasses,

Author: 
GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS
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