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Here are the top five most read stories of this week that you will love.

1. The Four Smart Students  : In this story four college students were out partying late night and didn’t study for the test which was scheduled for the next day. You must read this story once which is with a good moral.

Fairy tale : The Miser

Fairy tale : The Miser fairy tales  A Miser had buried his gold in a secret place in his garden. Every day he went to the spot, dug up the treasure and counted it piece by piece to make sure it was all there. He made so many trips that a Thief, who had been observing him, guessed what it was the Miser had hidden, and one night quietly dug up the treasure and made off with it.  When the Miser discovered his loss, he was overcome with grief and despair. He groaned and cried and tore his hair.  A passerby heard his cries and asked what had happened.  "My gold! O my gold!" cried the Miser, wildly, "someone has robbed me!"  "Your gold! There in that hole? Why did you put it there? Why did you not keep it in the house where you could easily get it when you had to buy things?"  "Buy!" screamed the Miser angrily. "Why, I never touched the gold. I couldn't think of spending any of it."  The stranger picked up a large stone and threw it into


SHORT STORY : LANGUAGE OF LOVE  A wise old man saw his grandson having a heated discussion with his wife. He asked his grandson, “Why do you raise your voice when you are arguing with your wife?” Grandson: I lose patience when she doesn’t understand my point of view and that is why I raise my voice. Grandfather: But, your wife is close enough for her to hear you even when you say the same sentence in a calm manner. Why do you have to raise your voice? Grandson: I raise my voice so that my voice is heard and I can also let out the steam by raising my voice. Grandfather:That is not the exact reason for you to raise your voice. The real reason is that when you are angry with your wife, your heart moves away from her heart. So even though you are physically close to each other, you feel that you are far away from one another and hence raise your voice. Grandson: If that is the reason for raising the voice, what do we do when we are in love? Grandfather: When two people are in love, their h

Short Story : Happiness Is Based on Your Perspective

Short Story : Happiness Is Based on Your Perspective I read about these two men who’d been bricklayers for more than thirty years. They were working on a huge skyscraper downtown. One man was always negative, discouraged, constantly complaining, and dreaded going to work. The other man was just the opposite. He was excited to show up each day and had an attitude of faith and enthusiasm about life. One day a friend came by the jobsite and asked them separately what they were doing. The first said, “Aw, we’re just laying brick. We’ve been doing this for thirty years. It’s so boring. One brick on top of the other.” Then the friend asked the second bricklayer. He just lit up. “Why, we’re building a magnificent skyscraper,” he said. “This structure will stand tall for generations to come. I’m just so excited that I could be a part of it.” Each bricklayer’s happiness or lack of it was based on his perspective. You can be laying brick or you can be building a beautiful skyscraper. The choice


SHORT STORY : THE RUBICON Short stories  I was a cold, vaporous dawn, the glass rising, and the wind fallen to a light air still from the north-east. Our creased and sodden sails scarcely answered to it as we crept across the oily swell to Langeoog. 'Fogs and calms,' Davies prophesied. The Blitz was astir when we passed her, and soon after steamed out to sea. Once over the bar, she turned westward and was lost to view in the haze. I should be sorry to have to explain how we found that tiny anchor-buoy, on the expressionless waste of grey. I only know that I hove the lead incessantly while Davies conned, till at last he was grabbing overside with the boat-hook, and there was the buoy on deck. The cable was soon following it, and finally the rusty monster himself, more loathsome than usual, after his long sojourn in the slime. 'That's all right,' said Davies. 'Now we can go anywhere.' 'Well, it's Norderney, isn't it? We've settled that.' &#

Short story : The Fox and the Cat by Ukrainian folktale

Short story : The Fox and the Cat by Ukrainian folktale Short stories  In a certain forest there once lived a fox, and near to the fox lived a man who had a cat that had been a good mouser in its youth, but was now old and half blind. The man didn’t want puss any longer, but not liking to kill it, took it out into the forest and lost it there. Then the fox came up and said, “Why, Mr Shaggy Matthew! How d’ye do! What brings you here?”––“Alas!” said Pussy, “my master loved me as long as I could bite, but now that I can bite no longer and have left off catching mice––and I used to catch them finely once––he doesn’t like to kill me, but he has left me in the wood where I must perish miserably.”––“No, dear Pussy!” said the fox; “you leave it to me, and I’ll help you to get your daily bread.”––“You are very good, dear little sister foxey!” said the cat, and the fox built him a little shed with a garden round it to walk about in.  Now one day the hare came to steal the man’s cabbage. “Kreem-k

The Straw Ox by Ukrainian folktale

The Straw Ox by Ukrainian folktale Ukrainian folktale  There was once upon a time an old man and an old woman. The old man worked in the fields as a pitch-burner, while the old woman sat at home and spun flax. They were so poor that they could save nothing at all; all their earnings went in bare food, and when that was gone there was nothing left. At last the old woman had a good idea. “Look now, husband,” cried she, “make me a straw ox, and smear it all over with tar.”––“Why, you foolish woman!” said he, “what’s the good of an ox of that sort?”––“Never mind,” said she, “you just make it. I know what I am about.”––What was the poor man to do? He set to work and made the ox of straw, and smeared it all over with tar.  The night passed away, and at early dawn the old woman took her distaff, and drove the straw ox out into the steppe to graze, and she herself sat down behind a hillock, and began spinning her flax, and cried, “Graze away, little ox, while I spin my flax! Graze away, little

Fairy tale : Androclus and the Lion

Fairy tale : Androclus and the Lion Fairy tales In Rome there was once a poor slave whose name was Androclus. His master was a cruel man, and so unkind to him that at last Androclus ran away. He hid himself in a wild wood for many days; but there was no food to be found, and he grew so weak and sick that he thought he should die. So one day he crept into a cave and lay down, and soon he was fast asleep. After a while a great noise woke him up. A lion had come into the cave, and was roaring loudly. Androclus was very much afraid, for he felt sure that the beast would kill him. Soon, however, he saw that the lion was not angry, but that he limped as though his foot hurt him. Then Androclus grew so bold that he took hold of the lion's lame paw to see what was the matter. The lion stood quite still, and rubbed his head against the man's shoulder. He seemed to say,-- "I know that you will help me." Androclus lifted the paw from the ground, and saw that it was a long, sharp

1985's - Consignment

  1985's - Consignment                 As we all know that the king of cocaine Pablo Escobar was been ruled over all the dark market in 1970s to 90’s. Pablo has a dream to show up his power all over the continents so, he was used to maintain a lot of his private consignment in all the 7 continents.                   One of his close men in those times use to send a special consignment to India in late 1985 as no one known a large piece of consignment has been storing in a large quantity. That consignment includes the latest weapons of 1985 like Ruger p-series, SA80, Beretta M9, Wieger StG-940,  Ruger GP100 etc. Ruger p-series SA80                     Beretta m9     wieger stG-940                            Even the condition of India was great Pablo for his deals because until 1985 there was no act against narcotics and other because later by end of that year the new act was passed by the parliament. So the circulation was stopped and that huge consignment was stored in an old

Fairy tale : The Serpent & the Eagle

Fairy tale : The Serpent & the Eagle short story for kids fairy tales  A Serpent had succeeded in surprising an Eagle and had wrapped himself around the Eagle's neck. The Eagle could not reach the Serpent, neither with beak nor claws. Far into the sky he soared trying to shake off his enemy. But the Serpent's hold only tightened, and slowly the Eagle sank back to earth, gasping for breath.  A Countryman chanced to see the unequal combat. In pity for the noble Eagle he rushed up and soon had loosened the coiling Serpent and freed the Eagle.  The Serpent was furious. He had no chance to bite the watchful Countryman. Instead he struck at the drinking horn, hanging at the Countryman's belt, and into it let fly the poison of his fangs.  The Countryman now went on toward home. Becoming thirsty on the way, he filled his horn at a spring, and was about to drink. There was a sudden rush of great wings. Sweeping down, the Eagle seized the poisoned horn from out his savior's h

Fairy tail : The Wolf & the Ass

Fairy tail : The Wolf & the Ass short story for kids Fairy tails  An Ass was feeding in a pasture near a wood when he saw a Wolf lurking in the shadows along the hedge. He easily guessed what the Wolf had in mind, and thought of a plan to save himself. So he pretended he was lame, and began to hobble painfully.  When the Wolf came up, he asked the Ass what had made him lame, and the Ass replied that he had stepped on a sharp thorn.  "Please pull it out," he pleaded, groaning as if in pain. "If you do not, it might stick in your throat when you eat me."  The Wolf saw the wisdom of the advice, for he wanted to enjoy his meal without any danger of choking. So the Ass lifted up his foot and the Wolf began to search very closely and carefully for the thorn.  Just then the Ass kicked out with all his might, tumbling the Wolf a dozen paces away. And while the Wolf was getting very slowly and painfully to his feet, the Ass galloped away in safety.  "Serves me right

Fairy tale : The Ass in the Lion's Skin

Fairy tale : The Ass in the Lion's Skin fairy tales  An Ass found a Lion's skin left in the forest by a hunter. He dressed himself in it, and amused himself by hiding in a thicket and rushing out suddenly at the animals who passed that way. All took to their heels the moment they saw him.  The Ass was so pleased to see the animals running away from him, just as if he were King Lion himself, that he could not keep from expressing his delight by a loud, harsh bray. A Fox, who ran with the rest, stopped short as soon as he heard the voice. Approaching the Ass, he said with a laugh:  "If you had kept your mouth shut you might have frightened me, too. But you gave yourself away with that silly bray." Short story moral : A fool may deceive by his dress and appearance, but his words will soon show what he really is.

Fairy tale : The Lion's Share

Fairy tale : The Lion's Share short story for kids Fairy tales  A long time ago, the Lion, the Fox, the Jackal, and the Wolf agreed to go hunting together, sharing with each other whatever they found.  One day the Wolf ran down a Stag and immediately called his comrades to divide the spoil.  Without being asked, the Lion placed himself at the head of the feast to do the carving, and, with a great show of fairness, began to count the guests.  "One," he said, counting on his claws, "that is myself the Lion. Two, that's the Wolf, three, is the Jackal, and the Fox makes four."  He then very carefully divided the Stag into four equal parts.  "I am King Lion," he said, when he had finished, "so of course I get the first part. This next part falls to me because I am the strongest; and this is mine because I am the bravest."  He now began to glare at the others very savagely. "If any of you have any claim to the part that is left," he g

Little Red Riding Hood

Little Red Riding Hood little red riding hood A Young Girl lived on a farm with her parents. She loved to play with the farm animals. One day, while she was playing with the Hens and their Chicks, a Hen pecked her finger and bit it. “Oh, Papa!” the Young Girl ran to her father, crying and holding out her hand. The Young Girl’s father asked her, “My bonny little girl! What happened?” The Young Girl said, “Oh Papa! The Hen hurt me! I am so kind to them, yet one of them bites my fingers every time I go to play with them. They are not nice!” The Young Girl’s father took her small hand in his own large one. “The poor Hens think you have come to harm them or their little children. So they are scared of you and bite in fear. You should he careful. First play with them from a distance. When you become friends, then they will never bite you” . Her father continued, “My dear girl. You should try to understand and respect each creature. Even if they are not like us, they also have feelings and fe

"The Bat & the Weasels" Children story by Aesop's Fables

Fairy Tales "The Bat & the Weasels" Children story by Aesop's Fables short stories  A Bat blundered into the nest of a Weasel, who ran up to catch and eat him. The Bat begged for his life, but the Weasel would not listen.  "You are a Mouse," he said, "and I am a sworn enemy of Mice. Every Mouse I catch, I am going to eat!"  "But I am not a Mouse!" cried the Bat. "Look at my wings. Can Mice fly? Why, I am only a Bird! Please let me go!"  The Weasel had to admit that the Bat was not a Mouse, so he let him go. But a few days later, the foolish Bat went blindly into the nest of another Weasel. This Weasel happened to be a bitter enemy of Birds, and he soon had the Bat under his claws, ready to eat him.  "You are a Bird," he said, "and I am going to eat you!"  "What," cried the Bat, "I, a Bird! Why, all Birds have feathers! I am nothing but a Mouse. 'Down with all Cats,' is my motto!"  

Fantacy : CUPBOARD - the portal

               Once in a city there was a small colony, one day a new family shifts to that colony in that family there were three people Varun and his parents. In that shifting process they get a cupboard excess which was not noticed by them.                        So, they shift that cupboard to Varun’s room its look like an antic piece because, it is made up off a rock like material. Later they leave it there and move back to their work then Varun see that cupboard and get excites and open that inside it was empty then he again closed its door hardly.                         Then suddenly it releases a huge dust and get a voice over from that cupboard like this with a huge cough hey I am a portal of travelling then Varun get scared and slowly turn back and see that cupboard then he sees some full high-level display on that door then he questioned back like this.                  “Is that you speaking to me or any ghost?”, then he gets a reply like this “yes it’s me I am a port