A Shameful Affair
A Shameful Affair by Kate Chopin Mildred Orme, seated in the snuggest corner of the big front porch of the Kraummer farmhouse, was as content
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A Shameful Affair by Kate Chopin Mildred Orme, seated in the snuggest corner of the big front porch of the Kraummer farmhouse, was as content
by Guy de Maupassant Marguerite de Therelles was dying. Although she was-only fifty-six years old she looked at least seventy-five. She gasped for breath, her
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by William Dean Howells I Matthew Lanfear had stopped off, between Genoa and Nice, at San Remo in the interest of a friend who had
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by Ray Bradbury Also known as Perchance to Dream. First published in Planet Stories, 1948; reprinted in Avon Fantasy Reader #11 (1949). Even when dealing
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by H.G. Wells Outside the laboratory windows was a watery-grey fog, and within a close warmth and the yellow light of the green-shaded gas lamps
by Virginia Woolf Published in 1921, A Society was one of eight short stories in her collection, Monday or Tuesday. THIS IS HOW it all
by O. Henry (It will be remembered that about a month ago there were special rates offered to the public for a round trip to
A Solitary by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman A Solitary first appeared in Harper’s Bazaar (November, 1890). It was snowing hard, as it had been for
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A Son of the Gods by Ambrose Bierce A breezy day and a sunny landscape. An open country to right and left and forward; behind,
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by Elia W. Peattie WILLIAM PERCY CECIL happened to be a younger son, so he left home — which was England — and went to
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by James Baldwin In the rude days of King Richard and King John there were many great woods in England. The most famous of these
by W. W. Jacobs Mr. John Blows stood listening to the foreman with an air of lofty disdain. He was a free-born Englishman, and yet
by W.C. Morrow One night, when the storm had come up from the south, apparently for the sole purpose of renewing war with its old
by Amelia B. Edwards A few years ago, no matter how many, I, Harcourt Blunt, was travelling with my friend Coventry Turnour, and it was
A Story Without An End by Anton Chekhov SOON after two o’clock one night, long ago, the cook, pale and agitated, rushed unexpectedly into my
by Leonid Andreyev Exhausted with the painful uncertainty of the day, I fell asleep, dressed, on my bed. Suddenly my wife aroused me. In her
A Story Without A Title by Anton Chekhov IN the fifth century, just as now, the sun rose every morning and every evening retired to