Take a little break for Short Story!

Here is a short story I brought from http://academictips.org/blogs/funny-short-stories/
Thank you for a good & funny story

Elephant:

The class teacher asks students to name an animal that begins with an “E”. One boy says, “Elephant.”

Then the teacher asks for an animal that begins with a “T”. The same boy says, “Two elephants.”

The teacher sends the boy out of the class for bad behavior. After that she asks for an animal beginning with “M”.

The boy shouts from the other side of the wall: “Maybe an elephant!”


-- Is it funny?
What would do you, if you were the teacher?
Feel free share your opinions! ><

I will never forget my exciting dream last night. It made me so excited and scared.
It started at midnight. In the dream, I was walking along the path in my village where I was familiar with it.
Because there was no one around me, it was so strange.
Besides, most of buildings were too old and some of them were destroyed.
I tried to find my parents first but I could not. So, I decided to figure it out what happened to my village.
Luckily, I could see one of hundred footprints on the ground.
It was quite bigger than the others much. I was aware that nobody was huge like this.
Next, I began my investigation by trailing that footprint
About hour later, I reached to the forest and met a group of men there.
Five men in black robes with dagger were talking. I did not know any of them.
However, I saw a huge man among them. He was taller than the others.
I supposed that he was the owner of that mysterious footprint. Because of his very fine robe,
a dagger in gold on his belt, and a silver cross badge on his chest, he probably was their leader.
While I was considering them, they gave me a lot of questions. I could not reply because of fear.
Then, the leader lifted his hand up. Suddenly, the fire burned around me. It was very hot and I was very scared.
At that time, I thought I was going to die but there was something quaking my heart.
I shouted with all my voice. Immediately, all of them was push in different direction.
I felt the energy which was warm covered on my skin and the fire was disappeared.
Unquestionably, I thought I had a magic. Then, I kept going on my investigation rapidly.
With new hope, my magic skill might help me better for searching a clue and protecting myself.
Unluckily, I woke up when I was walking out from the forest.
Back to real world, I had a lot of riddles about my dream.
I needed to know my magical battle and the end of this story.
I probably knew it soon, in next dream. Now, I really want to sleep again.

This is my short story. Is it short?    



Akkaradet 067 3EN

When I see your topic "Short story", I think of Aj.Wajuppa Tossa immediately.
Let's me share a story to you I've tried to translated from
English to Thai from Poetry class with Aj.Wajuppa Tossa.
The name of the story is "Drinking with Yommaban, the King of the Dead".
This story is too long
to write down all but I also have a poem version of the story. Let's see.

A 40-year-old bottle-addicted man, once there was
Drinking river of whiskey always that he was
“I wish my son would be a monk” he said
“Bring a bottle of whiskey on my casket”
Two wishes of the drunken life,
Before the coffin dodger wasn’t alive
The monkhood his son became at last
Unfortunately, the drunken man had passed
The dead alcoholic brought the liquor through hell
Greeted and asked the new arrival, the king of the dead
“Does that bottle taste fascinating why you drink it all day?”
“Sample some yourself” the hard drinker said
Until the bottle was empty they were talking a lot
Being blue he couldn’t meet his son again, the man thought
“To be resurrected I’ll plus1 in your living status Oh”!
“Next time, bring another bottle of whiskey” Yommaban spoke
At last delight his son be a monk the drunkard felt
Only he did was waiting for being brought back to hell
More than a year the man had lived until he was at age of 90
At the hell Yommaban, himself, was puzzled about this mystery
Checking his record book, then he found the truth
He said “No wonder whiskey is said to be bad for you”
He just made the first mistake as he was the king of dead
“401” was The drunken man’s age of death that can be read

Some of sentences might be error in term of grammartical rules.
I just want to compose the poem in order to make it easier to read
or make sounds of the words sound related to each other.

Tanawat
3EN 059

A story I want to share is called "The Hungry Mouse".

A mouse was having a very bad time. She could find no food at all.
She looked here and there, but there was no food, and she grew
very thing. At last the mouse found a basket, full of corn. There was
a small hole in the basket, and she crept in. She could just get through
the hole. Then she began to eat the corn. Being very hungry, she ate 
a great deal, and went on eating and eating. She had grown very fat
before she felt that she had had enough. When the mouse tried to climb
out of the basket, she could not. She was too fat to pass through the hole.
"How shall I climb out?" said the mouse. "Oh, how shall I climb out?"
Just then a rat came along, and he heard the mouse. "Mouse," said
the rat, "If you want to climb out of the basket, you must wait till you
have grown as thin as you were when you went in"

It's very nice story I love it. It's another way of saying that each other
has his or her own purpose in life whether you're a rich man or a poor man.
You are where you are needed.

Supaphorn 3EN 040

I want to share this short story. The name of the story is two frogs.
A group of frogs were traveling through the woods, and two of them
fell into a deep pit. When the other frogs saw how deep the pit
was, they told the two frogs that they were as good as dead. The
two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit
with all their might. The other frogs kept telling them to stop,
that they were as good as dead. Finally, one of the frogs took
heed to what the other frogs were saying and gave up. He fell down
and died.

The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could. Once again,
the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and just die. He
jumped even harder and finally made it out. When he got out, the
other frogs said, "Did you not hear us?" The frog explained to
them that he was deaf. He thought they were encouraging him the
entire time.

This story teaches two lessons:

1. There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging
word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it
through the day.

2. A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes
to kill them.

Be careful of what you say. Speak life to those who cross your
path. The power of words... it is sometimes hard to understand
that an encouraging word can go such a long way. Anyone can speak
words that tend to rob another of the spirit to continue in
difficult times. Special is the individual who will take the time
to encourage another.


Wipawee 036 3EN

Phil Morgan, Carrie Lansing's agent, stood when she entered his office.
"Carrie, good to see you.

"No small talk, Phil. Just tell me what you have for me?"

"Carrie, I'm sorry. There's nothing for you. People your age
aren't getting the parts you want."

"I don't believe that. What about Seymour's new movie?
I'm perfect for the lead."

"Carrie, they cast a 25-year-old girl. Look, you know the movie business.
The public wants young faces. Carrie, you're too old for the parts you want.

"I'm not old, damn it," she said angrily, and stormed out of his office.

When she got home, she went to her bedroom, sat at her vanity,
stared at herself for a few minutes, and then covered her face with her hands
and sobbed. A few minutes later, she wiped her eyes and touched
the wrinkles on her face. "So what if I have a few wrinkles. I'm still young enough
for the parts I want." Feeling depressed, she went to bed early. The next morning,
she went shopping to get her mind off her predicament. When she returned home,
she went directly to her vanity. "What's this?" she said as she picked up a jar
labeled LOOK YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL FACE CREAM. I wonder who put this here?
I bet Phil sent this to me. The label says APPLY CREAM SPARINGLY MORNING
AND NIGHT AND IN A FEW DAYS YOU'LL SEE A NEW YOU. LINES AND WRINKLES
WILL BE GONE. Hmm. Well, what do I have to lose but my wrinkles," she said
as she applied the cream to her face. "Ooh, the cream makes my skin feels so soft."
After using the cream for three days, she was amazed. "I don’t believe it,"
she said as she looked in her vanity mirror. "Unbelievable. I look…younger.
I think the wrinkles are disappearing," she said and picked up the jar.
"You're going to make me a star again."

"Mrs. Lansing," her housekeeper knocked on the door.

"Come in."

"Can I get you anything before I leave?

"No. I'm fine, Mrs. Cowan. You go take care of your sister.
Tell her I hope she feels better."

"I will. I'll see you in four days," she said and left.

For the next four days, Carrie spent most of her waking hours sitting
at her vanity with the wrinkle cream in hand. By the morning of the fifth day,
the jar of wrinkle cream was empty.

That morning, Mrs. Cowan carried a tray with Carrie's breakfast
on it up to Carrie's room, knocked on the door, and entered the room.
"Good morning, Ms. Lansing. I brought you some breakfast. Would you
like me to put the tray on your vanity table? Ms. Lansing?"
she said walking slowly to the vanity. When she was a few feet away,
Carrie turned slowly toward Mrs. Cowan, who gasped,
dropped the tray, and fainted. Carrie turned back to the mirror,
but she couldn't see her face because her face…..was gone.


The End