Found 51 results for "Bus travel in fiction"
The Time Machine
by H. G. Wells
H. G. Wells was an astonishingly versatile and prolific writer.
The Wind in the Willows
by Kenneth Grahame
I'm coming, I said! Sausages and sweet bread!
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
by Lewis Carroll
ALICE was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice s...
Roughing It
by Mark Twain
My brother had just been appointed Secretary of Nevada Territory-an office of such majesty that is concentrated in itsel...
Oliver Twist
by Charles Dickens
AMONG OTHER PUBLIC BUILDINGS IN A CERTAIN TOWN, WHICH for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, an...
Romeo and Juliet
by William Shakespeare
Enter Sampson and Gregory, with swords and bucklers, of the house of Capulet.
Pride and Prejudice
by Jane Austen
E un adevăr de toți știut că un burlac înzestrat cu o avere frumușică trebuie să fie în căutarea unei soții.
The Pilgrim's Progress
by John Bunyan
As I walked through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place, where was a Den, and I laid me down in t...
A Clash of Kings
by George R. R. Martin
The comet's tail spread across the dawn, a red slash that bled above the crags of Dragonstone like a wound in the pink a...
Stuart Little
by E. B. White
WHEN Mrs. Frederick C. Little's second son arrived, everybody notice that he was not much bigger than a mouse.
The October Country
by Ray Bradbury
... that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mi...
Walk Two Moons
by Sharon Creech
GRAMPS SAYS THAT I AM A COUNTRY GIRL AT HEART, and that is true.
The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test
by Tom Wolfe
THAT'S GOOD THINKING THERE, COOL BREEZE. COOL BREEZE is a kid with three or four days' beard sitting next to me on the s...
The House with a Clock in Its Walls
by John Bellairs
Lewis Barnavelt fidgeted and wiped his sweaty palms on the seat of the bus that was roaring toward New Zebedee.
Tartarín de Tarascón
by Alphonse Daudet, Carlos Cantueso
MY first visit to Tartarin of Tarascon has remained a never-to-be-forgotten date in my life; although quite ten or a doz...
Winnetou
by Karl May, H. J. Graefen
Immer fällt mir, wenn ich an den Indianer denke, der Türke ein.
