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by Jack London “It is my right to know,” the girl said. Her voice was firm-fibred with determination. There was no hint of pleading in

by Philip K. Dick Earth maintained an important garrison on Asteroid Y-3. Now suddenly it was imperiled with a biological impossibility—men becoming plants! “Well, Corporal

by Henry Lawson I. Dave Regan’s Yarn ‘WHEN we got tired of digging about Mudgee-Budgee, and getting no gold,’ said Dave Regan, Bushman, ‘me and

by James Baldwin There was once a very brave man whose name was John Smith. He came to this country many years ago, when there

by Charles Dickens Putting up for the night in one of the chiefest towns of Staffordshire, I find it to be by no means a

by Leo Tolstoy CHAPTER I. Polikey was a court man–one of the staff of servants belonging to the court household of a boyarinia (lady of

by H. P. Lovecraft Into the North Window of my chamber glows the Pole Star with uncanny light. All through the long hellish hours of

Polinka by Anton Chekhov IT is one o’clock in the afternoon. Shopping is at its height at the “Nouveaut’s de Paris,” a drapery establishment in

Polydor by Kate Chopin It was often said that Polydore was the stupidest boy to be found “from the mouth of Cane river plumb to

by Mark Twain Political Economy is the basis of all good government. The wisest men of all ages have brought to bear upon this subject

by Robert W. Chambers A wind-swept sky, The waste of moorland stretching to the west; The sea, low moaning in a strange unrest—A seagull’s cry.

by Fyodor Dostoevsky The text is from The Macmillan Company’s, 1918 publication “White Nights”, from the Russian by Constance Garnett. There was a general discussion

by Kathleen Norris A charming story about the sometimes unlikely road that some people travel to find happiness; “It’s only the bridge that takes us

by Rudyard Kipling The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky, The deer to the wholesome wold, And the heart of a man to the heart

by Herman Melville POOR MAN’S PUDDING YOU see,” said poet Blandmour, enthusiastically—as some forty years ago we walked along the road in a soft, moist

by Jerome K. Jerome My work pressed upon me, but the louder it challenged me—such is the heart of the timid fighter—the less stomach I

by F. Scott Fitzgerald A room in the down-stairs of a summer cottage. High around the wall runs an art frieze of a fisherman with

by Mark Twain In Philadelphia they have a custom which it would be pleasant to see adopted throughout the land. It is that of appending

by Mark Twain I never can look at those periodical portraits in THE GALAXY magazine without feeling a wild, tempestuous ambition to be an artist.

by Katherine Mansfield 1 THERE was not an inch of room for Lottie and Kezia in the buggy. When Pat swung them on top of

by P. G. Wodehouse Owen Bentley was feeling embarrassed. He looked at Mr Sheppherd, and with difficulty restrained himself from standing on one leg and

by Charles Dickens Once upon a time, and of course it was in the Golden Age, and I hope you may know when that was,

Present at a Hanging by Ambrose Bierce An old man named Daniel Baker, living near Lebanon, Iowa, was suspected by his neighbors of having murdered