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by Joseph Conrad What was known of Captain Hagberd in the little seaport of Colebrook was not exactly in his favour. He did not belong

by Charles Dickens Table of Contents Chapter I – Picking Up Soot And Cinders Chapter II – omitted Chapter III – omitted Chapter IV –

by L. Frank Baum Tom, the Piper’s Son was published in L. Frank Baum’s first children’s book, Mother Goose in Prose (1897), illustrated by Maxfield

by Philip K. Dick A ten-year-old boy grows up fast when history catches up with the human race. Reddish-yellow sunlight filtered through the thick quartz

by William Dean Howells There was no richer man in Venice than Tommaso Tonelli, who had enough on his florin a day; and none younger

Too Early! by Anton Chekhov THE bells are ringing for service in the village of Shalmovo. The sun is already kissing the earth on the

by Alice Dunbar-Nelson “Gimme fi’ cents worth o’ candy, please.” It was the little Jew girl who spoke, and Tony’s wife roused herself from her

by George Gissing From The House of Cobwebs and Other Stories (1906). CHAPTER I On a summer afternoon two surly men sat together in a

by Jack London This being a story–and a truer one than it may appear–of a mining country, it is quite to be expected that it

by Jack London “No; honest, now, Bob, I’m sure I was born too late. The twentieth century’s no place for me. If I’d had my

by Mark Twain –[Being a letter written to a Poultry Society that had conferred a complimentary membership upon the author. Written about 1870.] Seriously, from

by Jack London ‘Dump it in!.’ ‘But I say, Kid, isn’t that going it a little too strong’ Whisky and alcohol’s bad enough; but when

by Mark Twain Sleep! for the Sun that scores another Day Against the Tale allotted You to stay, Reminding You, is Risen, and now Serves

by W. W. Jacobs “‘E’s a nero, that’s wot ‘e is, sir,” said the cook, as he emptied a boiler of dirty water overboard. “A

by Edward Bellamy IT is now about a year since I took passage at Calcutta in the ship Adelaide for New York. We had baffling

by O. Henry ‘Tis midnight in Paris. A myriad of lamps that line the Champs Elysees and the Rouge et Noir, cast their reflection in

by Robert Barr If you grind castor sugar with an equal quantity of chlorate of potash, the result is an innocent-looking white compound, sweet to

by O. Henry There is a hotel on Broadway that has escaped discovery by the summer-resort promoters. It is deep and wide and cool. Its

by O. Henry In behalf of Sir Walter’s soothing plant let us look into the case of Martin Burney. They were constructing the Speedway along

by W.C. Morrow Sitting at the open window of her room in the upper story of the farmhouse, on the Rancho San Gregorio, Senora Violante

by Mark Twain Last spring I went out to Chicago to see the Fair, and although I did not see it my trip was not

by Jack London All lines had been cast off, and the Seattle No. 4 was pulling slowly out from the shore. Her decks were piled

by Harriet Beecher Stowe I have a detail of very homely grievances to present; but such as they are, many a heart will feel them

by Maxim Gorky Also known as Twenty-Six and One There were twenty-six of us—twenty-six living machines, locked up in a damp cellar, where we patted