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by Rudyard Kipling When Man and Woman are agreed, what can the Kazi do? Mahomedan Proverb. Some people say that there is no romance in

by L. Frank Baum Published in L. Frank Baum’s first children’s book, Mother Goose in Prose (1897), illustrated by Maxfield Parrish. You might also enjoy

by P. G. Wodehouse The profession of Mr. James (“Spider”) Buffin was pocket-picking. His hobby was revenge. James had no objection to letting the sun

by W. W. Jacobs The brig Elizabeth Barstow came up the river as though in a hurry to taste again the joys of the Metropolis.

by Bret Harte CHAPTER I Just where the Sierra Nevada begins to subside in gentler undulations, and the rivers grow less rapid and yellow, on

by O. Henry Jeff Peters must be reminded. Whenever he is called upon, pointedly, for a story, he will maintain that his life has been

by W. W. Jacobs “Tain’t no use waiting any longer,” said Harry Pilchard, looking over the side of the brig towards the Tower stairs. “‘E’s

by Virginia Woolf Published in 1921, Monday or Tuesday was one of eight short stories in her collection with the same title. LAZY AND INDIFFERENT,

by Guy de Maupassant As we were still talking about Pranzini, M. Maloureau, who had been attorney general under the Empire, said: “Oh! I formerly

Monsieur du Miroir by Nathaniel Hawthorne Than the gentleman above named, there is nobody, in the whole circle of my acquaintance, whom I have more

by O. Henry The new administration of Anchuria entered upon its duties and privileges with enthusiasm. Its first act was to send an agent to

by Guy de Maupassant George’s father was sitting in an iron chair, watching his little son with concentrated affection and attention, as little George piled

by Jack London John Claverhouse was a moon-faced man. You know the kind, cheek-bones wide apart, chin and forehead melting into the cheeks to complete

by Edgar Allan Poe Illustration for Edgar Allan Poe’s story “Morella” by Harry Clarke (1889-1931), published in 1919. Itself, by itself, solely, one everlasting, and

by Guy de Maupassant Madame Julie Roubere was expecting her elder sister, Madame Henriette Letore, who had just returned from a trip to Switzerland. The

by Guy de Maupassant A party of men were chatting in the smoking room after dinner. We were talking of unexpected legacies, strange inheritances. Then

by H.H. Munro (SAKI) The Olympic Toy Emporium occupied a conspicuous frontage in an important West End street. It was happily named Toy Emporium, because

by Harriet Beecher Stowe Old Mother Magpie was about the busiest character in the forest. But you must know that there is a great difference

by Sherwood Anderson Below the hill there was a swamp in which cattails grew. The wind rustled the dry leaves of a walnut tree that

by Guy de Maupassant Fifteen years had passed since I was at Virelogne. I returned there in the autumn to shoot with my friend Serval,

by Rudyard Kipling Once upon a time there was a coffee-planter in India who wished to clear some forest land for coffee-planting. When he had

Moxon’s Master by Ambrose Bierce ‘Are you serious? — do you really believe that a machine thinks?’ I got no immediate reply; Moxon was apparently

by Alice Dunbar-Nelson He might have had another name; we never knew. Some one had christened him Mr. Baptiste long ago in the dim past,

by Katherine Mansfield Of course he knew – no man better – that he hadn’t a ghost of a chance, he hadn’t an earthly. The