Eventually, some staff arrive from an asylum to get Mr. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and both flew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above was neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with God. The stories start out light but always turn dark. How much you have seen! Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field. It seemed really to the little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, with burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. If the tapers were but lighted! These stories might interest an avid reader, or might be suitable short stories for students.
That's how the story of Stuart Little got started. Funnily enough for such a famous writer, he always said that he found writing difficult and bad for one's disposition but he kept at it! It was really splendid--beyond description splendid. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth; upon it was a splendid porcelain service, and the roast goose was steaming famously with its stuffing of apple and dried plums. Pg 192 The Second Tree from the Corner E. It is really terribly lonely here! The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curls around her neck; but of that, of course, she never once now thought. In the morning the servant and the housemaid came in.
When she goes to a Dr. Pumpkins Francine Prose A truck full of pumpkins collides with a car, killing the female driver. Howe, who is also a poet, is attacked in a literary journal as an irresponsible writer. He felt the fresh air, the first sunbeam--and now he was out in the courtyard. White lived on a farm in Maine where he kept animals, and some of these creatures made their way into his stories and books, like Stuart in Stuart Little, or Charlotte in Charlotte's Web. Next night two more Mice came, and on Sunday two Rats, even; but they said the stories were not interesting, which vexed the little Mice; and they, too, now began to think them not so very amusing either. She rubbed another against the wall: it burned brightly, and where the light fell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that she could see into the room.
She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very picture of sorrow, the poor little thing! Eupompus Gave Splendour to Art by Numbers Aldous Huxley Emberlin is an academic, an encyclopedia of irrelevant information. Oh, that made him so angry! I wonder if I shall take root here, and winter and summer stand covered with ornaments! The man was Piggy Sneed. However, that was over now--the Tree gone, the story at an end. From all the windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roast goose, for you know it was New Year's Eve; yes, of that she thought. Were I in the warm room with all the splendour and magnificence! And what was still more capital to behold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floor with knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl; when--the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was left behind. Stay informed of all our new resources as they're developed. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? Symbols and Signs Vladimir Nabokov An elderly couple intends to visit their son in a mental institution, but because of a recent suicide attempt, they are not allowed to see him.
There is an old man in the area that the people call insane. When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears. The movie is set in a mental hospital, so he thinks he must add a happy ending. What a longing do I suffer! At the end of a year he had shot up a good deal, and after another year he was another long bit taller; for with fir-trees one can always tell by the shoots how many years old they are. Uncle Franz offers a solution to the problem that causes issues of its own. He did not think of the warm sun and of the fresh air; he did not care for the little cottage children that ran about and prattled when they were in the woods looking for wild strawberries.
The Black Cat Edgar Allan Poe The narrator, a condemned man, relates how he came to blind and, later, kill a cat due to his loss of control from drinking. All, all was over; every tale must end at last. White, and Poems and Sketches of E. The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match went out. When he talks about leaving, the villagers try to convince him to marry Elka, a prostitute. Readers that enjoyed this story might wish to read and.
It could be depression, long term mental illness, or a mental strain that suddenly causes insanity. Stories with characters who live with some psychological barrier have their own section at the bottom of the page. The Lost Phoebe Theodore Dreiser Henry and Phoebe are an aging couple who live on a farm. Stiff and stark sat the child there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet.
The Stories Behind The Books During his lifetime, many young readers asked Mr. When Christmas came, quite young trees were cut down; trees which often were not even as large or of the same age as this Fir-tree, who could never rest, but always wanted to be off. And the Tree beheld all the beauty of the flowers, and the freshness in the garden; he beheld himself, and wished he had remained in his dark corner in the loft; he thought of his first youth in the woods, of the merry Christmas Eve, and of the little Mice who had listened with so much pleasure to the story of Klumpy-Dumpy. Night Tatyana Tolstaya Mamochka is eighty-years-old and looks after her middle-aged retarded son, Alexie. Gradually I worked the spider into the story that you know, a story of friendship and salvation on a farm.