The Story of an Hour

This story has been modified by me. The original story was written by Kate Chopin in 1894. Happy Reading ^^

It was Richard, her husband’s friend that came to the house at four p.m. in the evening delivering a letter which was shown to Mrs. Mallard about her husband’s death. It was written Brently Mallard as the killed person of the last war. The sad feeling attacked her when she heard about that news. Her sister, Josephine, was there to calm her in this condition. Mrs. Mallard convinced Richard once again and he agreed. She could not keep the truth anymore. She ran into her room and locked herself alone, and not allowing anyone to follow her.

In her room, she was thinking nothing, crying in silence and having a deep thought. What will she be without her husband? The one and only husband she had been waiting to come back home.  She once stared at the opened window and cried again. Josephine was outside her room and knocked her door and made sure she was okay but no answer. Mrs. Mallard was feeling blue, she wouldn’t anyone disturb her sadness. She had been thinking the way to continue her life without her husband, the only thing she can do was doing the house work; do laundry and tailoring. She had made a decision.

Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen

This story was written by O. Henry and has been shorten by me. Happy reading!

There is a celebration day for all Americans when they are going to the old home and eating a big meal for dinner—eating a big bird called turkey on the fourth Tuesday of November for some people who did not forget about the tradition. They were an old Americans named the Puritans who had this day, said the President on his annual speech. Yeah, that is Thanksgiving Day. A tradition that being underestimated by time changing for new generations—not being remembered by the owner of the country, unless a little people. And here is the proof which shows the tradition is still being done for several people.

Stuffy Pete sat down at the third seat on the east part of Union Square in the New York. He had sat down there and been hungry for every Thanksgiving Day for nine years. But not for this year, he came with no hungry anymore.

Malin Kundang

Have you ever heard about Malin Kundang's story before? It has been a long time since Malin Kundang have been cursed by his mother because of his rebellious. How if Malin Kundang did not really rebelled to his mother? This story below tells about Malin Kundang which have been modified by me.. check this out. Happy reading, good people!!

Once upon a time, there lived a mother with her little son, Malin Kundang. Malin Kundang lived without his father because he has passed away a year before. His mother worked hard to fulfill their daily need by fishing. Sometimes, she asked Malin Kundang to go fishing together.

“Malin, would you like to go fishing together? I will teach you how good fishing is.” said his mother. “Wow, we go fishing? I like it, Mom. Sure. Let’s go!” Then, here they go.

Since Malin Kundang never had been taught fishing, he was careless and felt. The fishhook was uncontrollable and it hooked at Malin’s foot.

“Mom, help me! It hooked my feet.” said him. Then, they decided to go back home and his mother cured his wound.