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by Jack London I Josiah Childs was ordinarily an ordinary-appearing, prosperous business man. He wore a sixty-dollar, business-man’s suit, his shoes were comfortable and seemly

The Procession of Life by Nathaniel Hawthorne Life figures itself to me as a festal or funereal procession. All of us have our places, and

by O. Henry They will tell you in Anchuria, that President Miraflores, of that volatile republic, died by his own hand in the coast town

The Prophetic Pictures by Nathaniel Hawthorne This story was a selection featured in, The World’s One Hundred Best Short Stories, volume five, Drama, edited by

by Ellis Parker Butler When Philo Gubb paid Mr. Medderbrook the one hundred dollars he had received for retrieving the Dragon’s Eye, Mr. Medderbrook was

by Ralph Henry Barbour “I’m awfully sorry,” said Ned Gaynor earnestly, “but it isn’t as though you had been blackballed, Jerry.” “I don’t see what

by Stewart Edward White In the old mining days out West the law of the survival of the fittest held good, and he who survived

by D. H. Lawrence I They had marched more than thirty kilometres since dawn, along the white, hot road where occasional thickets of trees threw

by Melville Davisson Post The story of the American Ambassadress was not the only one related on this night. Sir Henry Marquis himself added another,

by Edgar Allan Poe At Paris, just after dark one gusty evening in the autumn of 18 — , I was enjoying the twofold luxury

by William Dean Howells The Pumpkin-Glory was published in his collection, Christmas Every Day and Other Stories Told for Children (1892). You might also enjoy

by Robert W. Chambers THE PURPLE EMPEROR. Un souvenir heureux est peut-être, sur terre, Plus vrai que le bonheur. A. de Musset. I. The Purple

by O. Henry We are to consider the shade known as purple. It is a color justly in repute among the sons and daughters of

by H.G. Wells Mr. Coombes was sick of life. He walked away from his unhappy home, and, sick not only of his own existence but

by H.H. Munro (SAKI) Luitpold Wolkenstein, financier and diplomat on a small, obtrusive, self- important scale, sat in his favoured cafe in the world-wise Habsburg

by Robert Barr “O Mother-nature, kind in touch and tone. Act as we may, thou clearest to thine own” I don’t know that I should

The Pygmies by Nathaniel Hawthorne A great while ago, when the world was full of wonders, there lived an earth-born Giant, named Antaeus, and a

by L. Frank Baum Published in L. Frank Baum’s American Fairy Tales (1901). A king once died, as kings are apt to do, being as

by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu Being a Twelfth Extract from the Legacy of the late Francis Purcell, P.P. of Drumcoolagh. As I rode at a

by Aesop An old Toad once informed all his neighbors that he was a learned doctor. In fact he could cure anything. The Fox heard

by Alexsander Pushkin I There was a card party at the rooms of Narumov of the Horse Guards. The long winter night passed away imperceptibly,

by H. P. Lovecraft Into the granite city of Teloth wandered the youth, vine-crowned, his yellow hair glistening with myrrh and his purple robe torn

by Guy de Maupassant This subject of Latin that has been dinned into our ears for some time past recalls to my mind a story–a

by H.H. Munro (SAKI) An unwonted peace hung over the Villa Elsinore, broken, however, at frequent intervals, by clamorous lamentations suggestive of bewildered bereavement. The