故事教学法是指在教学过程中,通过故事教学来完成教学和达到教学目标的一种教学方法,具有一定的现实性与可行性。小编精心收集了高中简单的英语故事，供大家欣赏学习!

高中简单的英语故事：The Little Mermaid

There is a great kingdom under the sea. Where all the merpeople live and swim free. The king of the mermaids, Poseidon the Great, has six pretty daughters-the youngest is eight.

Her name is Titania. She's golden hair. She likes to hear stories from grandmother fair. She tells her stories of a land far away where people don't swim-they walk, as they say.

"When can I see them? Can we go now?" "When you're sixteen, deer, but not right now.”

So every night, when it's time to sleep, she dreams of this land and then falls a sleep.

在深深的海底，有一个伟大的国度。在这里，人鱼们自由自在的生活着。统治着人鱼王国的海神有六个美丽的女儿，最小的8岁。

她的名字叫泰坦尼亚，她长着一头金黄的长发。她喜欢听祖母讲故事。祖母经常给她讲一个遥远国度的故事。在那个国度里，人们不是游，而是走——他们这样说。

“我什么时候能见到他们?我们现在可以去吗?”

“亲爱的，你需要等到16岁。现在还不行。”

每当夜幕降临时，小美人鱼都会幻想那个陌生的国度，然后沉沉睡去。

高中简单的英语故事：Silence is Bliss 寂静的狂欢

Will and Lyra followed the stream into the wood, walking carefully, saying little, until they were in the very center.

There was a little clearing in the middle of the grove(小树林，果园), which was floored with soft grass and moss covered rocks. The branches laced across overhead, almost shutting out the sky and letting through little moving spangles(亮片) and sequins of sunlight, so that everything was dappled with gold and silver.

And it was quiet. Only the trickle of the stream, and the occasional rustle of leaves high up in a little curl of breeze, broke the silence.

Will put down the package of food; Lyra put down her little rucksack. There was no sign of the daemon- shadows anywhere. They were completely alone.

They took off their shoes and socks and sat down on the mossy rocks at the edge of the stream, dipping their feet in the cold water and feeling the shock of it invigorate their blood.

"I'm hungry," Will said

"Me too," said Lyra, though she was feeling more than that, something subdued and pressing and half happy and half painful, so that she wasn't quite sure what it was.

They unfolded the cloth and ate some bread and cheese. For some reason their hands were slow and clumsy, and they hardly tasted the food, although the bread was floury and crisp from the hot baking stones, and the cheese was flaky and salty and very fresh.

Then Lyra took one of those little red fruits. With a fast beating heart, she turned to him and said, "Will..."

And she lifted the fruit gently to his mouth.

She could see from his eyes that he knew at once what she meant, and that he was toojoyful to speak. Her fingers were still at his lips, and he felt them tremble, and he put his own hand up to hold hers there, and then neither of them could look; they were confused; they werebrimming with(洋溢着，充满着) happiness.

Like two moths clumsily bumping together, with no more weight than that, their lips touched. Then before they knew how it happened, they were clinging together, blindly pressing their faces towards each other.

"Like Mary said," he whispered，"you know straight away when you like someone，when you were asleep on the mountain, before she took you away, I told Pan。"

"I heard," she whispered, "I was awake and I wanted to tell you the same and now I know what I must have felt all the time: I love you, Will, I love you…"

The word love set his nerves ablaze(着火，闪耀). All his body thrilled with it, and he answered her in the same words, kissing her hot face over and over again, drinking in with adoration thescent of her body and her warm honey fragrant hair and her sweet moist mouth that tasted of the little red fruit.

Around them there was nothing but silence, as if the whole world were holding its breath.

高中简单的英语故事：童真记趣

Oh God! I think I was about seven and half when my sisters and I pulled this stupid stunt(噱头，绝技). I remember watching television with them and the show on happened to be our favorite program to watch. All of a sudden we heard my brother, Chris, yelling from the backyard. So we all headed out there to see what happened. When we finally located him, he was in a tree hanging from the highest tree branch. Crying, he explained to us that he had climbed up the tree and couldn't get down. We thought, okay, one of us should climb up and get him off, but we couldn't manage to get him moving down.

It was then my youngest sister, Ka, who was five and a half at the time had seen a similar situation. She suggested we grab a sheet, hold it under the branch Chris was hanging off of, and tell him to drop so we can catch him. My other sister, Yams, who is one year younger than me, peered at me to confirm the idea and I said "Yeah, let's try that".

So we grabbed a sheet from the closet and went to hold it beneath the tree. Now mind you, the ages holding this blanket were ranging from seven and a half to five and a half, thus the sheet was probably being held up to our waist and also close to touching the ground. But we were confident it could work.

We looked up to Chris and he looked down at us a bit hesitant. I don't blame him the poor guy. It was then we told him to let go and to fall on his back. Chris looked at me and asked "Are you sure I'll land on the blanket?" Now, my brother at the age of four, had a cute squeaky(吱吱响的) voice. But because of a problem at birth with his tongue being a bit attached to the mouth, it came out more like this, "Ah you sho awill lan on da blanked?", "Yup!", I told him, "We're sure!" and he let go.

Now when I think about Chris letting go of that branch, I think of his faith in me and my sisters and I also think how stupid he was to trust us, cause when that boy let go he was in for a big surprise. Chris fell right through that sheet and landed right on his stomach. And no matter how tight we held on to the sheet, he still managed to get through.

We were shocked and a bit worried and we looked at the ground where he landed. This tiny seventy pound boy had made a hole right through the sheet and landed. He was positioned like one of those chalk drawings you find after a homicide(杀人), with one arm near the head another to the side and the knee bent a bit. We might as well have drawn an outline because he wasn't moving. So we bent down to check if he was still alive and when we asked him if he was okay he uttered these five words… "Ah stee hi da flow" in other words, "I still hit the floor!" Poor little man! But before you condemn us, Chris is fourteen now and he stillbugs us about it, any tree he climbs he gets down on his own and, strangely, he wants to be a fireman when he grows up. Now he can write that he had personal experience about jumping and catching. See, no harm done…