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by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu “For he is not a man as I am that we should come together; neither is there any that might

by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu Being an Eighth Extract from the Legacy of the late Francis Purcell, P. P. of Drumcoolagh. I have observed, my

Science to the Front by Ambrose Bierce In connection with this subject of “mysterious disappearance” – of which every memory is stored with abundant example

by O. Henry Golden by day and silver by night, a new trail now leads to us across the Indian Ocean. Dusky kings and princes

by Philip K. Dick Second Variety (1953) appeared in Space Science Fiction magazine. The 1995 film Screamers was adapted from this story and it may

by D. H. Lawrence “Oh, I’m tired!” Frances exclaimed petulantly, and in the same instant she dropped down on the turf, near the hedge-bottom. Anne

by Sherwood Anderson He was a small man with a beard and was very nervous. I remember how the cords of his neck were drawn

by Henry Lawson “When you’re going away by boat,” said Mitchell, “you ought to say good-bye to the women at home, and to the chaps

by Andy Adams Towards the wind-up of the Cherokee Strip Cattle Association it became hard to ride a chuck-line in winter. Some of the cattle

by Stephen Leacock They were both what we commonly call successful business men–men with well-fed faces, heavy signet rings on fingers like sausages, and broad,

by W. W. Jacobs THE night-watchman sat brooding darkly over life and its troubles. A shooting corn on the little toe of his left foot,

by Sherwood Anderson He was an old man and he sat on the steps of the railroad station in a small Kentucky town. A well

by Jack London Doctor Bicknell was in a remarkably gracious mood. Through a minor accident, a slight bit of carelessness, that was all, a man

Shadow by Edgar Allan Poe Yea, though I walk through the valley of the Shadow:Psalm of David. YE who read are still among the living;

by W. W. Jacobs Fortunately for Captain Bligh, there were but few people about, and the only person who saw him trip Police-Sergeant Pilbeam was

by Mary Roberts Rinehart A little thing clouded the brow of Mrs. Abercrombie–a very little thing. But if she had known how wide the shadows

by T.S. Arthur A happy-hearted child was Madeline Henry, for the glad sunshine ever lay upon the threshold of her early home. Her father, a

by Kathleen Norris “For mercy’s sakes, here comes Shandon Waters!” said Jane Dinwoodie, of the post-office, leaving her pigeonholes to peer through the one small

by W. W. Jacobs Sailor man–said the night-watchman, musingly–a sailorman is like a fish he is safest when ‘e is at sea. When a fish

by Robert Barr “The quick must haste to vengeance taste, For time is on his head; But he can wait at the door of fate,

by Jack London They have gone down to the pit with their weapons of war, and they have laid their swords under their heads. “It

by O. Henry Jeff Peters was always eloquent when the ethics of his profession was under discussion. “The only times,” said he, “that me and

by O. Henry Within a week a suitable building had been secured in the Calle Grande, and Mr. Hemstetter’s stock of shoes arranged upon their

by H.H. Munro (SAKI) On a late spring afternoon Ella McCarthy sat on a green-painted chair in Kensington Gardens, staring listlessly at an uninteresting stretch