MY FIVE SHORT STORIES
   1 . O N E O F T H E S E D AY S B Y
       GABRIEL GARCIA
       MARQUEZ.
   2. HILLS LIKE WHITE
       ELEPHANTS BY ERNEST
       H E M M I N G W AY
   3 . A H U N G E R A R T I S T B Y F.
       KAFKA
   4. MY FRIEND LUKE BY
       FERNANDO SORRENTINO
ONE OF THESE DAYS BY GABRIEL GARCIA
MARQUEZ

"Now you’ll pay for our twenty dead
  men."
HILLS LIKE WHITE ELEPHANTS BY ERNEST
HEMMINGWAY

‘They look like white elephants,’ she
  said.
A HUNGER ARTIST BY F. KAFKA

the joy of life streamed with such
  ardent passion from his throat that
  for the onlookers it was not easy to
  stand the shock of it. But they
  braced themselves, crowded round
  the cage, and did not want ever to
  move away.
MY FRIEND LUKE BY FERNANDO SORRENTINO

If anyone is home, they rarely refuse
   to open the door to him. But if
   neither his wife, his son nor don
   Aqueróntido are to be found, Luke
   sits on the doorstep until someone
   arrives.
ARABY BY JAMES JOYCE

 Gazing up into the darkness I saw
  myself as a creature driven and
  derided by vanity; and my eyes
  burned with anguish and anger.

My five short stories

  • 1.
    MY FIVE SHORTSTORIES 1 . O N E O F T H E S E D AY S B Y GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ. 2. HILLS LIKE WHITE ELEPHANTS BY ERNEST H E M M I N G W AY 3 . A H U N G E R A R T I S T B Y F. KAFKA 4. MY FRIEND LUKE BY FERNANDO SORRENTINO
  • 2.
    ONE OF THESEDAYS BY GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ "Now you’ll pay for our twenty dead men."
  • 3.
    HILLS LIKE WHITEELEPHANTS BY ERNEST HEMMINGWAY ‘They look like white elephants,’ she said.
  • 4.
    A HUNGER ARTISTBY F. KAFKA the joy of life streamed with such ardent passion from his throat that for the onlookers it was not easy to stand the shock of it. But they braced themselves, crowded round the cage, and did not want ever to move away.
  • 5.
    MY FRIEND LUKEBY FERNANDO SORRENTINO If anyone is home, they rarely refuse to open the door to him. But if neither his wife, his son nor don Aqueróntido are to be found, Luke sits on the doorstep until someone arrives.
  • 6.
    ARABY BY JAMESJOYCE Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.