Euthanasy
by Mary Roberts Rinehart “You remember Anna May, who sewed for you about a year ago?” said one fashionably-dressed lady to another. “That pale, quiet
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by Mary Roberts Rinehart “You remember Anna May, who sewed for you about a year ago?” said one fashionably-dressed lady to another. “That pale, quiet
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by Mark Twain Translated from the Original SATURDAY.–I am almost a whole day old, now. I arrived yesterday. That is as it seems to me.
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by H. P. Lovecraft When the last days were upon me, and the ugly trifles of existence began to drive me to madness like the
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by Mark Twain [As related to the author of this book by Mr. McWilliams, a pleasant New York gentleman whom the said author met by
by Mark Twain MONDAY.–This new creature with the long hair is a good deal in the way. It is always hanging around and following me
by Edith Wharton I. “I CAN never,” said Mrs. Fetherel, “hear the bell ring without a shudder.” Her unruffled aspect–she was the kind of woman
by O. Henry From near the village of Harmony, at the foot of the Green Mountains, came Miss Medora Martin to New York with her
by P. G. Wodehouse She sprang it on me before breakfast. There in seven words you have a complete character sketch of my Aunt Agatha.
by Robert Louis Stevenson I. – THE PERSONS OF THE TALE. AFTER the 32nd chapter of TREASURE ISLAND, two of the puppets strolled out to
by Stephen Crane The dark uniforms of the men were so coated with dust from the incessant wrestling of the two armies that the regiment
by T.S. Arthur “Going to the Falls and to the White Mountains!” “Yes, I’m off next week.” “How long will you be absent?” “From ten
An Actor’s End by Anton Chekhov SHTCHIPTSOV, the “heavy father” and “good-hearted simpleton,” a tall and thick-set old man, not so much distinguished by his
by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu It is not worth telling, this story of mine–at least, not worth writing. Told, indeed, as I have sometimes been
by O. Henry In an art exhibition the other day I saw a painting that had been sold for $5,000. The painter was a young
by W. W. Jacobs Dr. Frank Carson had been dreaming tantalizing dreams of cooling, effervescent beverages. Over and over again in his dreams he had
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An Adventure by Anton Chekhov IT was in that wood yonder, behind the creek, that it happened, sir. My father, the kingdom of Heaven be
by Jack London I am a retired captain of the upper sea. That is to say, when I was a younger man (which is not
by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu Being an Eleventh Extract from the Legacy of the late Francis Purcell, P.P. of Drumcoolagh. The following brief narrative contains
by Guy de Maupassant Paris had just heard of the disaster of Sedan. The Republic was proclaimed. All France was panting from a madness that