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Our story today is called The Cask of Amontillado. It was written by Edgar Allan Poe. Here is Larry West with the story. Fortunato and I both were members of very old and important Italian families. We used to play together when we were children. For
Our story today is called A Girl for Walter. It was written by Theodore Jacobs, here is Shep O'Neal with the story. We never knew what Walter was. But we called him, ur, idiot. We called him that without knowing if he really was as foolish and stupid
I arrived in America one sunny morning. But I did not feel I was here yet. Flying on an airplane from Lagos, Nigeria to New York City, to Los Angeles, California did not carry my mind with me right away. I had to catch up with my body. The United Sta
A Visitor to The Starby Chris RoseAnna Winter pulled on her Gucci sunglasses and sprayed herself with the extra-strength mosquito repellent she had bought in the airport. That was the biggest problem about her work, she thought. Mosquitoes and things
The Birth of a Starby Chris Rose June 5th 2006 Henry looks carefully into the telescope which lets him see far, far away, as far away as the distant nebulae on the far edges of the Milky Way. Henry is an astronomer. He looks at the sky, and at stars
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloudby William WordsworthI wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the bre
Deep in the middle of the woods, said my mother, is the place where the King of the Pumpkins lives. But pumpkins live in fields, not in forests, I said to my mother. She wouldnt listen to me. Im telling you, she said, the King of the Pumpkins lives i
Now VOA Special English presents a special program for the holiday season. Our story today is a special one for Christmas. It is ''Why the Chimes Rang''. It was written by Raymond MacDonald Alden. Here is Shep O'Neal with our story. In a faraway cou
Our story today is called Pigs Is Pigs. It was written by Ellis Parker Butler. Here is Shep O'Neal with the story. Mike Flannery, the agent of the Interurban Express Company leaned over the desk in the company's office in Westcote and shook his fist.
Once there was a Czechoslovakian violin player who lived in Sweden. His name was Rudolf. Some of his friends said he could not play the violin very well. He was too restless and travelled around too much. Rudolf did travel. That is true. He travelled
Today we complete the story Paul's Case. It was written by Willa Cather. Here is Kay Gallant with the story. Paul was a student with a lot of problems. He hated school. He didn't like living with his family on Cordelia Street in the industrial city o
The Einstein and the Eddingtonby Dr. W. H. WilliamsThe sun was setting on the links, The moon looked down serene, The caddies all had gone to bed, But still there could be seen Two players lingering by the trap That guards the thirteenth green. The E
Starshine and Non-Beingby Chuang-TzuStarshine asked Non-Being, Master, do you exist? Or do you not exist? Since he received no answer at all, Starshine set himself to watch for Non-Being. He waited to see if Non-Being would appear. He kept his eyes f
A Wall in Naplesby Andrew MotionI have forgotten whatever it was I wanted to say. Also the way I wanted to say it. Form and Music. Perhaps it had something to do with - no, that's not it. More likely, I should just look at whatever there is and fix m
English LessonBy Robert SeatterRoberto is playful and wants to talk about sex in cars and gear sticks. We lose ourselves in body parts: engine, carburettor, vroom, vroom. Carla likes cooking, the gnocchi her grandmother taught her how to make - a who
O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond, have you forgotten the little child, like the birds that have nested in your branches and left you? Do you not remember how he sat at the window and wondered at the tangle of your root
The Flatulence Taxby John O'Neill A flatulence tax on cattle and sheep, Another rip-off to make us all weep. Preserving the ozone at any expense, It's all propaganda that doesn't make sense. Abandon the flock and abolish the herd, When it comes to su
Albertos New Neighboursby Chris RoseAlberto took one look at his new neighbours and knew that his life was going to get more difficult. He watched them arrive in their big, noisy car and watched them get out. There they were, two of them, as big and
Elephants, Bananas and Aunty Ethelby Chris RoseSo, I was walking along the street, on my way to work, as usual, but for some reason I was in a hurry. I wasnt really sure why I was in a hurry. And then I realised that I was holding a banana in my hand
The Tay Bridge Disaster Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay! Alas! I am very sorry to say That ninety lives have been taken away On the last Sabbath day of 1879, Which will be remember'd for a very long time. 'Twas about seven o'clock at nigh