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by William Dean Howells I.–THE MORNING. They were not a large family, and their pursuits and habits were very simple; yet the summer was lapsing

by Guy de Maupassant The woman had died without pain, quietly, as a woman should whose life had been blameless. Now she was resting in

A Dead Body by Anton Chekhov A STILL August night. A mist is rising slowly from the fields and casting an opaque veil over everything

by H.G. Wells “Talking of the prices of birds, I’ve seen an ostrich that cost three hundred pounds,” said the Taxidermist, recalling his youth of

by Rudyard Kipling Long and long ago, when Devadatta was King of Benares, I wrote some tales concerning Strickland of the Punjab Police (who married

by Robert Barr It was in the days when drawing-rooms were dark, and filled with bric- a-brac. The darkness enabled the half-blinded visitor, coming in

by Kate Chopin Claude Monet, Train in the Snow Claude Monet, Train in the Snow The train was an hour and a half late. I

by Ralph Henry Barbour And so you think I shall go to heaven when I die, sir! And why? Because I have spent my time

A Defenseless Creature by Anton Chekhov IN spite of a violent attack of gout in the night and the nervous exhaustion left by it, Kistunov

by Mark Twain I February 22. To-day is the great Birth-Day; and it was observed so widely in the earth that differences in longitudinal time

by O. Henry In Texas you may travel a thousand miles in a straight line. If your course is a crooked one, it is likely

by H.H. Munro (SAKI) Treddleford sat in an easeful arm-chair in front of a slumberous fire, with a volume of verse in his hand and

by Edgar Allan Poe Illustration for Edgar Allan Poe’s story “Descent into the Maelstrom” by Harry Clarke (1889-1931), published in 1919. The ways of God

by Ivan S. Turgenev I … We were a party of eight in the room, and we were talking of contemporary affairs and men. ‘I

by Stephen Crane The yellow gaslight that came with an effect of difficulty through the dust-stained windows on either side of the door gave strange

by Leo Tolstoy ONCE some guests were gathered in a rich man’s home, and it happened that a serious conversation about life arose. They talked

A Diagnosis of Death by Ambrose Bierce ‘I am not so superstitious as some of your physicians – men of science, as you are pleased

by William Dean Howells I. It was in the fervor of their first married years that the Ewberts came to live in the little town

by O. Henry The Adventures of an Author With His Own Hero All that day–in fact from the moment of his creation–Van Sweller had conducted

by Katherine Mansfield AND then, after six years, she saw him again. He was seated at one of those little bamboo tables decorated with a

by W. W. Jacobs Mr. Potter had just taken Ethel Spriggs into the kitchen to say good- by; in the small front room Mr. Spriggs,

by W. W. Jacobs “There’s no doubt about it,” said the night watchman, “but what dissipline’s a very good thing, but it don’t always act

by Philip K. Dick SOMETHING WENT WRONG…AND ED FLETCHER GOT MIXED UP IN THE BIGGEST THING IN HIS LIFE. It was bright morning. The sun

by W. W. Jacobs Mr. George Burton, naval pensioner, sat at the door of his lodgings gazing in placid content at the sea. It was