A Holy Terror
A Holy Terror by Ambrose Bierce I There was an entire lack of interest in the latest arrival at Hurdy-Gurdy. He was not even christened
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A Holy Terror by Ambrose Bierce I There was an entire lack of interest in the latest arrival at Hurdy-Gurdy. He was not even christened
by H.H. Munro (SAKI) Kenelm Jerton entered the dining-hall of the Golden Galleon Hotel in the full crush of the luncheon hour. Nearly every seat
A Horseman in the Sky by Ambrose Bierce In this Civil War story, Carter Druse, a young soldier from a wealthy Virginia family elects to
by Mark Twain [The following letter, signed by Satan and purporting to come from him, we have reason to believe was not written by him,
A Horse Story by Kate Chopin Herminia, mounted upon a dejected looking sorrel pony, was climbing the gradual slope of a pine hill one morning
A Humble Romance by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman A Humble Romance first appeared in Harper’s New Monthly Magazine (June, 1884). She was stooping over the
by Guy de Maupassant Meetings that are unexpected constitute the charm of traveling. Who has not experienced the joy of suddenly coming across a Parisian,
by Jack London Thomas Stevens’s veracity may have been indeterminate as X, and his imagination the imagination of ordinary men increased to the nth power,
by Franz Kafka Translation by Ian Johnston In the last decades interest in hunger artists has declined considerably. Whereas in earlier days there was good
A Joke by Anton Chekhov IT was a bright winter midday. . . . There was a sharp snapping frost and the curls on Nadenka’s
A Jug Of Syrup by Ambrose Bierce This narrative begins with the death of its hero. Silas Deemer died on the I6th day of July,
by Edith Wharton As she lay in her berth, staring at the shadows overhead, the rush of the wheels was in her brain, driving her
by L. Frank Baum “Exclaimed the Daemon of Envy, ‘[Santa Claus] is simply ruining our business, and something must be done at once.’” This story
A Jury of Her Peers by Susan Glaspell When Martha Hale opened the storm-door and got a cut of the north wind, she ran back
by Bret Harte As Father Felipe slowly toiled up the dusty road towards the Rancho of the Blessed Innocents, he more than once stopped under
by Lucy Maud Montgomery David Hartley had dropped in to pay a neighbourly call on Josephine Elliott. It was well along in the afternoon, and
by James Baldwin Many miles beyond Rome there was a famous country which we call Greece. The people of Greece were not u-nit-ed like the
A Lady From Redhorse by Ambrose Bierce I find myself more and more interested in him. It is not, I am sure, his–do you know
by Robert Barr “Jest w’en we guess we’ve covered the trail So’s no one can’t foller, w’y then we fail W’en we feel safe hid.
by Elia W. Peattie “A LIGHT wind blew from the gates of the sun,” the morning she first walked down the street of the little
A Lady of Bayou St. John by Kate Chopin The days and nights were very lonely for Madame Delisle. Gustave, her husband, was away yonder
A Lady’s Story by Anton Chekhov NINE years ago Pyotr Sergeyitch, the deputy prosecutor, and I were riding towards evening in hay-making time to fetch
by Washington Irving TO THE EDITOR OF THE KNICKERBOCKER MAGAZINE. Sir, I observed in your last month’s periodical, a communication from a Mr. VANDERDONK, giving
by Henry van Dyke “Perpetual devotion to what a man calls his business is only to be sustained by perpetual neglect of many other things.