The Teacher Of Literature
The Teacher Of Literature by Anton Chekhov THERE was the thud of horses’ hoofs on the wooden floor; they brought out of the stable the
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The Teacher Of Literature by Anton Chekhov THERE was the thud of horses’ hoofs on the wooden floor; they brought out of the stable the
by Jack London I. In the beginning he was Christopher Bellew. By the time he was at college he had become Chris Bellew. Later, in
by Edgar Allan Poe Illustration of “The Tell-Tale Heart” by Harry Clarke, from Edgar Allan Poe’s Tales of Mystery and Imagination, 1919. TRUE!-NERVOUS–very, very dreadfully
by Jack London There was a great noise and racket, but no scandal, in Honolulu’s Chinatown. Those within hearing distance merely shrugged their shoulders and
by H.G. Wells IT is quite impossible to say whether this thing really happened. It depends entirely on the word of R.M. Harringay, who is
by H. P. Lovecraft Manuscript Found On The Coast Of Yucatan On August 20, 1917, I, Karl Heinrich, Graf von Altberg-Ehrenstein, Lieutenant-Commander in the Imperial
by W. W. Jacobs Mr. Higgs, jeweller, sat in the small parlour behind his shop, gazing hungrily at a supper-table which had been laid some
by H. P. Lovecraft Written on January 28, 1920, and originally published in Tryout magazine in 1921, The Terrible Old Man is of particular interest
by Robert Barr “Which–life or death? Tis a gambler’s chance! Yet, unconcerned, we spin and dance, On the brittle thread of circumstance.” I understand that
by Jack London There is no gainsaying that the Solomons are a hard-bitten bunch of islands. On the other hand, there are worse places in
by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle The following narrative was found among the papers of Dr. James Hardcastle, who died of phthisis on February 4th, 1908,
by Guy de Maupassant You say you cannot possibly understand it, and I believe you. You think I am losing my mind? Perhaps I am,
by W. W. Jacobs Pebblesea was dull, and Mr. Frederick Dix, mate of the ketch Starfish, after a long and unsuccessful quest for amusement, returned
by T.S. Arthur “An object of real charity,” said Andrew Lyon to his wife, as a poor woman withdrew from the room in which they
by P. G. Wodehouse Well-meaning chappies at the club sometimes amble up to me and tap me on the wishbone, and say “Reggie, old top,”–my
by Guy de Maupassant While apparently thinking of something else, Dr. Sorbier had been listening quietly to those amazing accounts of burglaries and daring deeds
by O. Henry NOT many days ago my old friend from the tropics, J. P. Bridger, United States consul on the island of Ratona, was
by H. P. Lovecraft I It is true that I have sent six bullets through the head of my best friend, and yet I hope
The Thing at Nolan by Ambrose Bierce To the south of where the road between Leesville and Hardy, in the State of Missouri, crosses the
by O. Henry Being acquainted with a newspaper reporter who had a couple of free passes, I got to see the performance a few nights
by Melville Davisson Post “THE first confirmatory evidence of the thing, Excellency, was the print of a woman’s bare foot.” He was an immense creature.
by O. Henry The (so-called) Vallambrosa Apartment-House is not an apartment-house. It is composed of two old-fashioned, brownstone-front residences welded into one. The parlor floor
by Ellis Parker Butler The Thin Santa Claus: The Chicken Yard that was a Christmas Stocking, illustrated by May Wilson Preston, was published in 1909.
by W. W. Jacobs Love? said the night-watchman, as he watched in an abstracted fashion the efforts of a skipper to reach a brother skipper