Americanliterature. An Occurance at Owl Creek Bridge. By Ambrose Bierce Set during the American Civil War, "An Occurrence at Owl Creek" is Bierce's most famous short story. It was first published in the San Francisco Examiner in 1890. It then appeared in Bierce's 1891 collection "Tales of Soldiers and Civilians. " A man stood upon a railroad bridge in northern Alabama, looking down into the swift water twenty feet below. The man's hands were behind his back, the wrists bound with a cord. A rope closely encircled his neck. The man who was engaged in being hanged was apparently about thirty-five years of age. The preparations being complete, the two private soldiers stepped aside and each drew away the plank upon which he had been standing. He closed his eyes in order to fix his last thoughts upon his wife and children. He unclosed his eyes and saw again the water below him.
As these thoughts, which have here to be set down in words, were flashed into the doomed man's brain rather than evolved from it the captain nodded to the sergeant. King Grisly-Beard by Brothers Grimm. King Grisly-Beard A great king of a land far away in the East had a daughter who was very beautiful, but so proud and haughty and conceited, that none of the princes who came to ask for her hand in marriage was good enough for her.
All she ever did was make fun of them. Once upon a time the king held a great feast and invited all her suitors. They all sat in a row, ranged according to their rank -- kings and princes and dukes and earls and counts and barons and knights. When the princess came in, as she passed by them, she had something spiteful to say to each one. The first was too fat: 'He's as round as a tub,' she said. The next was too tall: 'What a maypole! ' The next was too short: 'What a dumpling! ' The fourth was too pale, and she called him 'Wallface.' The fifth was too red, so she called him 'Coxcomb.' The sixth was not straight enough; so she said he was like a green stick that had been laid to dry over a baker's oven.
Two days later a travelling fiddler came by the castle. 'Ah! Harrison Bergeron. French Translation from Avice Robitaille. Hindi Translation by Ashwin.Urdu Translation by RealMSRussian translation THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren't only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter than anybody else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else. Harvey’s Dream. “But it was like this,” he says. “I mean, the sun was shining in.”
He raises a hand and stirs the dust motes into lively life around his head and she wants to scream at him not to do that, not to disturb the universe like that. “I could see my shadow on the floor and it never looked so bright or so thick.” He pauses, then smiles, and she sees how cracked his lips are. “ ‘Bright’ ’s a funny word to use for a shadow, isn’t it? “Harvey—” “I crossed to the window,” he says, “and I looked out, and I saw there was a dent in the side of the Friedmans’ Volvo, and I knew—somehow—that Frank had been out drinking and that the dent happened coming home.” She suddenly feels that she will faint. The idea that Harvey has also seen this comes to her, that he is goofing with her for some strange reason of his own. There is sweat on her cheeks and brow and neck, she can feel it, and her heart is beating faster than ever. He laughs. No, she thinks from her place by the sink. Yes.