Short Stories on Primenewsghana.com

The following adventure happened to me about 1882. I had just taken the train and settled down in a corner, hoping that I should be left alone, when the door suddenly opened again and I heard a voice say: "Take care, monsieur, we are just at a crossing; the step is very high."

In “Like the Flowing River” by Paulo Coelho, there is a story about a pencil. Below given is the gist of the story.

He banged….then knocked… then tapped on the door. Every hit less determined than the one before it as though he was just realising how intensely termites had feasted on the waned door.

There once was a speedy Hare who bragged about how fast he could run. Tired of hearing him boast, the Tortoise challenged him to a race. All the animals in the forest gathered to watch.

Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening-- the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet.

A Child was standing on a street-corner. He leaned with one shoulder against a high board-fence and swayed the other to and fro, the while kicking carelessly at the gravel. 

There once lived in a town of Persia two brothers, one named Cassim and the other Ali Baba.

NOW this is the next tale, and it tells how the Camel got his big hump.

ONCE upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were— Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter. They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir tree.