Stories in English

Out in the woods stood a nice little Fir-tree. The place he had was a very good one; the sun shone on him; as to fresh air, there was enough of that, and round him grew many large-sized comrades, pines as well as firs. But the little Fir wanted so very much to be a grown-up tree. He did not …

One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one’s cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. …

Now, this morning it is a bit cold in this part of the world. Mr Frosty has been to visit, and the vegetable patch is white and glistening. There is ice on the pond. Brrrr, said Colin the Carp. It is too cold in this stupid pond. You know what today is, don’t you? said Bertie. Nope, said Tim the …

It was the week before Christmas, and the dolls in the toy-shop played together all night. The biggest one was from Paris. One night she said, “We ought to have a party before Santa Claus carries us away to the little girls. I can dance, and I will show you how.” “I can dance myself if you will pull the …

One cold winter Christmas Eve, there was a family who lived in the slums of Brooklyn. The family lived in an old run down apartment, suitable for rats. The wife wanted to buy a chain for her husband’s damaged watch, but did not have enough money. She was frantic and overwhelmed in panic. She did not know what to do… …

Piccola lived in Italy, where the oranges grow, and where all the year the sun shines warm and bright. I suppose you think Piccola a very strange name for a little girl; but in her country it was not strange at all, and her mother thought it the sweetest name a little girl ever had. Piccola had no kind father, …

Rishab pushed open the door of his house and ran in. His bag flew from his back on to a nail on the wall. “First time!” he shouted gleefully. He had been practicing for months, and now the bag had flown to its right place almost on its own, as if it had a pair of wings. “Is that you, …

Ms. Bradford entered the classroom clenching onto a large black bag. As she walked in, she looked at the many curious eyes. She smiled and said, “Good morning class, I have a special Thanksgiving surprise for you.” Daniel, Chan and Tessie knew it had something to do with the up coming Thanksgiving celebration. This school was built only thirty years …

It was thanksgiving day and the whole family had gotten together. This was a very special thanksgiving because there were a few new family members. Mom had made her famous pumpkin pie the night before and sat it on the table to cool. The next day when we got up the pie was gone, not just the pie the plate …

“But I don’t like roast goose,” said Guy, pouting. “I’d rather have turkey. Turkey is best for Thanksgiving, anyway. Goose is for Christmas.” Guy’s mother did not answer. He watched her while she carefully wrote G. T. W. on the corner of a pretty new red-bordered handkerchief. Five others, all alike, and all marked alike, lay beside it. The initials …