The Sisters

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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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

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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

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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

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Children's

Author:

Anonim

Bertha and Felix

May 30, 2010 by storybus

Bertha und Felix Bertha 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

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Other

Author:

Carine Redlinger

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The Sisters

May 13, 2009 by storybus

Cotter looked at me for a while. I felt that his little beady black
eyes were examining me but I would not satisfy him by looking up from my
plate. He returned to his pipe and finally spat rudely into grate.
"I wouldn't like children of mine," he said, "to have too much to say to
a man like that."
"How do you mean, Mr. Cotter?" asked my aunt.
"What I mean is," said old Cotter, "it's bad for children. My idea is:
let a young lad run about and play with young lads of his own age and
not be... Am I right, Jack?"
"That's my principle, too," said my uncle. "Let him learn to box his
corner. That's what I'm always saying to that Rosicrucian there: take
exercise. Why, when I was a nipper every morning of my life I had a cold
bath, winter and summer. And that's what stands to me now. Education
is all very fine and large.... Mr. Cotter might take a pick of that leg
mutton," he added to my aunt.
"No, no, not for me," said old Cotter.
My aunt brought the dish from safe and put it on table.
"But why do you think it's not good for children, Mr. Cotter?" she
asked.
"It's bad for children," said old Cotter, "because their mind are so
impressionable. When children see things like that, you know, it has an
effect...."
I crammed my mouth with stirabout for fear I might give utterance to my
anger. Tiresome old red-nosed imbecile!
It was late when I fell asleep. Though I was angry with old Cotter for
alluding to me as a child, I puzzled my head to extract meaning from his
unfinished sentences. In dark of my room I imagined that I saw again
heavy grey face of paralytic. I drew blankets over my head
and tried to think of Christmas. But grey face still followed me. It
murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt
my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again
I found it waiting for me. It began to confess to me in a murmuring
voice and I wondered why it smiled continually and why lips were so
moist with spittle. But then I remembered that it had died of paralysis
and I felt that I too was smiling feebly as if to absolve simoniac
of his sin.
next morning after breakfast I went down to look at the little house
in Great