Five Short Stories Alphonse Daudet The Harvard Classics Shelf of Fiction‚ Vol. XIII‚ Part 4. Selected by Charles William Eliot Copyright © 2001 Bartleby.com‚ Inc. Bibliographic Record Contents Biographical Note Criticisms and Interpretations I. By Henry James II. By George Pellissier 1. The Siege of Berlin 2. The Last Class—The Story of a Little Alsatian 3. The Child Spy 4. The Game of Billiards 5. The Bad Zouave Biographical Note ALPHONSE DAUDET was born at Nîmes in the
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Nirvana. Lorelai didn’t know if she could handle another damn Nirvana song‚ it was driving her up the fucking wall at this point. Standing at the bottom of her stairs‚ she called up. "I’m gonna come up there and throw that damn thing out the window if you don’t stop!" Did her son hear her? Most likely. Did he listen? Not a chance in hell. She mumbled some shit about her ex-husband while walking back towards the kitchen. It was Colin who had bought the The Beats Pill speaker and Lorelai was almost
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Zichao Huang Mr. Lambert English028 March 17‚ 2015 The Story of an Hour “The Story of an Hour” is about a woman named Mrs. Mallard who is married to a man named Mr. Mallard. Mrs. Mallard does not have a very good heart‚ and she is sick. Something bad has happened‚ and people do not know how to tell her about it. Josephine is her sister‚ and she tells Mrs. Mallard that Mr. Mallard died in a train accident. Richards is Mr. Mallard’s friend‚ and he is there because he knew about the accident. Richards
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BELONGING STORY(2) Coughing violently‚ I passed the glass pipe along to the young man beside me‚ who took a long drag before handing it on the next in the circle. I could feel the foul-tasting smoke tear down my throat and withstood the urge to vomit. The entire room was overflowing with a fetid haze; it grated against the back of my throat as though it were sandpaper. I fought to maintain my composure and appearance of serenity‚ but if anyone looked close enough they would easily be able to distinguish
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In Control In my sophomore year of high school‚ I remember a particular speech I had to deliver in my English class. It was just like any other‚ honestly. But this one‚ this specific one‚ gave me the greatest trouble. My irrational fear of public speaking consumed me and turned me against myself. I remember the mindset that I had for most of my sophomore year: me vs. them. That was how high school was. It was every man for himself. But never would I have ever thought that I was my own biggest obstacle
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS The Nice People‚ by Henry Cuyler Bunner‚ is republished from his volume‚ Short Sixes‚ by permission of its publishers‚ Charles Scribner’s Sons. The Buller-Podington Compact‚ by Frank Richard Stockton‚ is from his volume‚ Afield and Afloat‚ and is republished by permission of Charles Scribner’s Sons. _Colonel Starbottle for the Plaintiff_‚ by Bret Harte‚ is from the collection of his stories entitled Openings in the Old Trail‚ and is republished by permission of the Houghton Mifflin
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Jensen was sitting in the living room he had spread the contents of Jared’s wallet out on the coffee table. Jared walked down the stairs slowly. His hair still wet from the long shower he took‚ trying to scrub away Jensen’s scent. He wasn’t in shock any longer‚ but he was still scared of his alpha. Peeking into the living room he saw his alpha going through his wallet. Anger took over his fear‚ and he walked into the living room. Jensen looked up at Jared. “Good‚ er Jared. Come here.” Jared walked
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Short Story Scrutiny. Scepticism. Shock. It was all too familiar‚ the look on the faces in the room. An aboriginal female in a doctor’s coat. She glanced around the room as she sat down. The dullness of the grey walls seemed to absorb the lost hopes and dreams of the young men around her. The stale oxygen that lingered in the small room was slowly suffocating under the sterile smell of disinfectant. The only glimmer of light was a small corner of a window where the morning sun shimmered through
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very few could manipulate it to their will. The man in this story is me‚ my name is Rayn and I write this story to chronicle my rise to power. My journey started when I was in my mid twenties and our country was at war with a neighboring kingdom. I was a guard for a small village which was ruled by the empire of Luton grod. One day while out on patrol a strange old man was making his way to our village. This is where our story begins. The
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Snow‚ as tall as a mailbox‚ was piled up on the sides of the roads. It was only noon when my grandpa walked into the room. My grandpa is a tall man with broad shoulders‚ grey hair‚ and a black and white beard. He always wears his brown boots with a t-shirt and jeans. “Hey Riley what are you up to?” he called. “Nothing much‚ just writing my novel‚” I replied. “Would you like to show Grandma the falls I showed you yesterday?” he asked. “Sure!” I said enthusiastically. Kagawong falls is a waterfall on
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