英语短篇小故事汇总

 　　故事不需要有过多的心理活动描写、大段的对话和繁复细腻的景物描写，但还是要体现其中的趣味性。下面是小编带了的英语故事，希望你们喜欢。

　　英语故事：暴行的借口

　　A Wolf meeting with a Lamb astray from the fold, resolved not to lay violent hands on him, but to find some plea, which should justify to the Lamb himself his right to eat him.

　　He thus addressed him:“Sirrah, last year you grossly insulted me.”

　　“Indeed,” bleated the Lamb in a mournful tone of voice, “I was not then born.”

　　Then said the Wolf, “You feed in my pasture.”

　　“No, good sir,” replied the Lamb, “I have not yet tasted grass.”

　　Again said the Wolf, “You drink of my well.”

　　“No,” exclaimed the Lamb, “I never yet drank water, for as yet my mother′s milk is both food and drink to me.”

　　On which the Wolf seized him, and ate him up, saying, “Well! I won′t remain supperless, even though you refute every one of my imputations.”

　　The tyrant will always find a pretext for his tyranny.

　　一只狼瞧见一只迷路失群的小羊，决定暂缓下毒手，想先找一些理由，对小羊证明自己有吃它的权利。

　　它就说：“小鬼!你去年曾经骂过我。”

　　小羊可怜地说：“老实说，我去年还没有出生呢。”

　　狼再说：“你在我的草地上吃过草。”

　　小羊回答说：“不，好先生，我还未曾尝过草的味道呢。”

　　狼又说：“你喝过我井里的水。”

　　小羊叫道：“不，我从没有喝过水，因为直到今天为止，我都是吃着母亲的奶汁。

　　”狼一听这话，便抓住它，把它吃下去，便说：“好!即使你驳倒我每一句话，我终究要吃晚餐的!”

　　暴君总有他暴行的借口。

　　英语故事：曾祖母的奇怪故事

　　I love listening to my great-grandma's stories, so I didn't object when she started to tell me a story about one of her strange experiences over a glass of iced tea…

　　My Great-Great Grand-dad died in 1918 at the age of 48 when he fell off of a galloping1 horse. My Great Grandma was only 17 when this happened. The story goes that at the get together after the funeral, a strange man showed up. No one had seen him at the funeral, or anytime else for that matter. He stayed for a long time, hardly talking to anybody, and refusing to take off his coat and hat. When my Great-Great aunt pointed2 out to this man that, for the life of her, she could not recall who he was, he became absolutely livid and ran from the house. You can imagine how strange this seemed to everybody.

　　Curiosity got the best of Great grandma and she decided3 to follow this strange man outside to see where he had gone. She stepped outside and proceeded out into the middle of the yard, but she stopped short because the strangest sight met her eyes…the man was standing4 quietly on the roof of the barn, just about 5 yards away, illuminated5 only by the moonlight. She remembers that he had an unnatural6 gleam to his eyes, and when the clouds passed over the moon, and the night was pitch black, that gleam remained.

　　我喜欢听曾祖母讲故事。有一天喝茶的时候，她要给我讲一个她所经历过的奇怪事情，当然我是不会反对的。

　　曾祖母的父亲是在1918年去世的，那年他48岁，从一匹烈马上面摔了下来，当时曾祖母才仅仅17岁。故事发生在葬礼过后大家一起说话的时候。有个奇怪的男人出现了，没有人在葬礼上见过这个人，并且也没在别的什么时候看见过他。他出现以后呆了很长时间，没和任何人说话，也不愿意脱下外套。这时姨姥姥对他说，自己这些年从来没有见过他而且也不知道他是谁，他突然变得脸色铁青，随即跑了出去。你可以想象的到，人们对眼前的这一幕会是多么奇怪。

　　好奇心占据了曾祖母的内心，她决定去看个明白。于是她跟了出去来到院子中央，但是一看到眼前奇怪的情景…差不多五码以外的地方，那个人静静地站在粮仓的屋顶上，在月光的照耀下格外醒目。曾祖母记得刚才看见他的眼睛里有一道很不自然的亮光，随后乌云遮住了月亮，夜晚变得更黑，那道光就又出现了。

　　英语故事：露西的信

　　In this small town, my family and I had lived at several places, before settling down in a house on Pennsylvania Ave. A very quiet neighborhood, my folks quickly made friends with those all around.

　　In the house on the left of ours lived an old woman named Lucy. She and my parents got along splendidly. Her husband had died about two years prior1, and having no family close by, we became sort of a surrogate family. Lucy and her husband had bought their house and property in the 1940's. Her husband loved to tinker around the house and yard, but the yard was his real passion. He gave meticulous2 care all year long, while she would type letters to distant relatives about the progress being made.

　　Lucy's husband brought the yard to a beautiful state. Everybody admired and remarked on its condition. When he died Lucy thought it befitting to spread his ashes in the back yard, the place where he had spent countless3 hours. But after some time Lucy was convinced4 that her husband had come back to his yard. She was especially frightened of the sprawling5 back yard where he had spent many daylight hours. Lucy would tell us of hearing the sound of footsteps6 coming across the grass or of someone or something tapping her on the shoulder. So she would try and avoid that area stating simply "it just spooks me out."

　　Over the next several years were lonely times for Lucy. We often had her at our house for family functions, but it didn't quite make up for losing a loved one. She spent the majority of her time typing letters on an old typewriter to family and friends. During the spring and summer months when we had our windows open, we could hear her busily typing away.

　　When Lucy died the house remained vacant7 for a long time. Before the new owners were to take over, my Father did some repair work inside. He often said he heard footsteps on the old hardwood floors. But we all knew something was happening when we heard the unmistakable striking8 of typewriter keys. Lucy had come back to type her ghostly letters. I guess you could say that neither Lucy nor her husband was going to give up the things they loved the most!

　　在我们居住的这个小镇上，我家已经搬了好几个地方，直到我们终于在宾西法尼亚大街的一所房子安定了下来。这里的邻居都很平易近人，很快父亲母亲就和他们交上了朋友。

　　我家左边住着一位老太太，名字叫露西，我们的关系相处得尤其的好。她丈夫前去世了，附近也没有其他家人，我家几乎就成了她的代理人。露西夫妇在四十年代就买下了这所房子和土地，她丈夫很喜欢把房子和屋后的小院粗粗拉拉的修补一番，但是那个小院可是他生命中的寄托。多年来他精心的照料着院子里的一草一木，而露西就在屋里给远方的亲戚写信，讲述这边生活的点点滴滴。

　　小院在露西丈夫的打理之下显得格外漂亮，人们都不免对那里品头论足，夸奖称赞一番。他去世以后，露西决定就把他的骨灰撒在这个占据了他生命中无数时间的院子里。但是一段时间过后，露西确信她丈夫又回到了他的小院。而此时这个曾经让他日夜不离的地方已经是杂草丛生，露西觉得很害怕。她告诉我们说听到了有脚步声在院里的草坪上踱来踱去，还感觉到有人或是什么东西轻轻地拍她的肩膀。于是，她就努力再也不到那个闹鬼的地方去。

　　接下来的几年里露西就这样孤孤单单的生活着，我们经常请她过来参加我们的家庭会议，但是这对于失去爱人的她来说是于事无补的。她依然成天的用那台古老的打字机给家人和朋友写信。春天夏天的时候只要我们一打开窗户便能听到打字机忙碌的声音。

　　露西去世后，房子空了好长一段时间。新房东搬进去之前，父亲进去做了一些修缮的工作。他说经常听到有人在老的硬木地板上走路的声音。我们也都知道那里确实是发生了什么，因为我们又听见了熟悉的打字机发出的声音。露西回来写信了。你应该会说，露西夫妇都割舍不下他们一生中的挚爱吧，我想是这样的。