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one of my favouurites is Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe

and a very very short story by M.Stanley Bubien;

the final words of a desperate man;
will you marry me?

it tells u so much with just two sentence

Loriot
Clothes (1981)

She sits in the bedroom and put her (haircoiler?) away.
He stands in the next room and is putting on his smoking-tie.

She: What do you think about my dress?
He: Which...
She: ...the one I'm wearing now...
He: Very cute...
She: ...or do you like the green one more...
He: The green one?
She: The halflong one with the wide neck line...
He: No...
She: What... no?
He: I don't think that's more beautiful than the one you are wearing now...
She: You said it fitted to me well...
He: Yeah it fits to you well...
She: Then why don't you think it's more beautiful?
He: I find the one you are wearing very beautiful and the other one is nice, too...
She: Ah! So this doesn't fit as good to me as the other one?
He: No it fits to you too...
She: Then I wear the long blue one with the small skirt over it again...
He: Aha...
She: ...or don't you like it?
He: No I like it...
She: I think it's your favourite one...
He: Yesyes!
She: So actually you like this more than the one which I'm wearing now with the halflong green one with the wide neck line...
He: I think you look beautiful in the clothes you wear!
She: Now compliments don't help me at all!
He: Good... then wear the long blue one and the small skirt...
She: So you don't like the things I'm wearing now?
He: No I like it, but seemingly you don't like it...
She: I don't like it? It's the most beautiful cloth which I have!!!
He: Then keep it on!
She: Some moments ago you have said that I should wear the long blue one with the small shirt over it...
He: You can wear the long blue one with the small skirt or the green one with the wide neck line or this what you are wearing now...
She: Aaha! So finally it doesn't interest you at all what I'm wearing!
He: Then take the green one, the wonderful beautiful green one with the wide neck line...
She: First I should keep this one... then I should wear the blue one... and suddenly the green one?
He: Sweet, you can just...
She: (Interrupts) ... I can talk with you about atomic waste, about oil crisis, elections and pollution, but about nothing... important!!

down the river for DONN BYRNE.,.its reallu nice short story :D :) :D :)

feanor wrote:one of my favouurites is Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe

and a very very short story by M.Stanley Bubien;

the final words of a desperate man;
will you marry me?

it tells u so much with just two sentence

tell-tale heart is nice ,I like it ,too.
and about the second short story you said ,i donnu what to say , its too short.
How do u interpret these two sentences?

Thanks Admiral for the story,But I want a challenging story for my next week class.and my teacher said its better that the story is written by a famous writer,last week we read the tell-tale heart by E.A poe ,have you ever read a short story by famous writers?

fadi wrote:down the river for DONN BYRNE.,.its really nice short story :D :) :D :)

Thanks fadi,But i couldnt find it on the internet.I just found a Dutch version.can you give me the address so that i can read it ?

fortminor wrote:

feanor wrote:one of my favouurites is Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe

and a very very short story by M.Stanley Bubien;

the final words of a desperate man;
will you marry me?

it tells u so much with just two sentence

tell-tale heart is nice ,I like it ,too.
and about the second short story you said ,i donnu what to say , its too short.
How do u interpret these two sentences?

yes, it is too short but this is also a particular type of short stories.. there are even two-words stories. the important thing is that they make you think about it.
my interpration is.. mmm.. i hope my final words would be different.. at least not so desperate :)

so,what do you think your last words will be?

my last words: give me an ice-cream !

give me a cigarette and leave me alone.. :)

feanor wrote:give me a cigarette and leave me alone.. :)

From Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
http://theliterarylink.com/lessing.html

Zeus and the sheep (1759)

The sheep had to suffer most among all the animals. That's why it went to Zeus and asked to lower his pain.
Zeus seemed to be willed and spoke to the sheep: I see, my pious creature, I have created you too defenceless. So chose how I should solve this problem best. Shall I arm your mouth with horrible teeth or your feet with claws? -
O no, said the sheep, I don't want to have any commonality with the brutal carnivorous anmals.
Or, Zeus proceeded, should I put venom into your saliva?
Ach!, groaned the sheep, the venom snakes are hated very much -
Then, what should I do? I will plant horns on your forehead, and strengh in your neck.
Don't, gracious father, I could easily become as offensive as the buck.
And nevertheless, said Zeus, you must damage others by yourself, if others shouldn't want to damage you.
Oh do I have to!, the sheep sighed. O then let me, gracious father, let me be the same as I am now, because the capability to kill could provoke the desire to damage other animals; and it's better to suffer injustice than to do injustice.
Zeus blessed the pious sheep, and it forgot to complain.

this is a fable , so:

From Bertolt Brecht (very important guy)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bertolt_Brecht

Mesures against Violence (1930)

When Mr Keuner , the thinker, expressed against the violence in a big hall, he saw many people avoiding and going away from him. He looked around him and saw it standing behind him - the Violence.
"What did you say?" asked the violence.
"I expressed against the violence", answered Mr Keuner.
After Mr Keuner had gone away, his students asked him about his backbone. Mr Keuner answered: "I don't have Backbone to break. Just I have to live longer than the violence."
And Mr Keuner told following story:
To the flat of Mr Egge, who has learned to say no, came an Agent one day in the times of illegality. He showed Mr Egge a certification, which has been given to him by the ones who controlled the city, and the certification said that, in which House the Agent went, this house belonged to the Agent; just as every food he demands should belong to him; just as every man he sees should serve him.
The Agent sit on a chair, demanded food, bathed, laid down and asked before he slept, with the face to the wall: "Will you serve me?"
Mr Egge covered him up with a blanket, frightened away the flies, guarded his sleep, and like everyday else he had obeyed him for seven years long. But whatever he did for him, one thing he never told him: that was, to speak a word. After the seven years were over, and after the Agent had become fat because of so much food, sleep and ordering, the Agent died. There Mr Egge wrapped him into a spoiled blanket, dragged him out of the house, cleaned the house, whitewashed the walls, breathed again and answered: "No"

nice story,Admiral.Thanks