The Ghost in the Mill
by Harriet Beecher Stowe “Come, Sam, tell us a story,” said I, as Harry and I crept to his knees, in the glow of the
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by Harriet Beecher Stowe “Come, Sam, tell us a story,” said I, as Harry and I crept to his knees, in the glow of the
by Frank Norris I Cyrus Ryder, the President of the South Pacific Exploitation Company, had at last got hold of a “proposition”–all Ryder’s schemes were,
by Jerome K. Jerome This is the story, among others, of Henry the waiter–or, as he now prefers to call himself, Henri–told to me in
by Charles Dickens I am a bachelor, residing in rather a dreary set of chambers in the Temple. They are situated in a square court
by Bram Stoker ‘I really think,’ said the Doctor, ‘that, at any rate, one of us should go and try whether or not the thing
by Arthur Quiller-Couch From Noughts and Crosses: Stories, Studies and Sketches. It is just six years ago that I first travelled the coast from Gorrans
by O. Henry This story was originally published on Dec 10, 1905 in The New York Sunday World as “Gifts of the Magi.” It was
by O. Henry The other day I ran across my old friend Ferguson Pogue. Pogue is a conscientious grafter of the highest type. His headquarters
by Lucy Maud Montgomery When I heard that Peter Austin was in Vancouver I hunted him up. I had met Peter ten years before when
by O. Henry HABIT–a tendency or aptitude acquired by custom or frequent repetition. The critics have assailed every source of inspiration save one. To that
by Stewart Edward White “It isn’t that I object to,” protested the Easterner, leaning forward from the rough log wall to give emphasis to his
by L. Frank Baum Published in L. Frank Baum’s American Fairy Tales (1901). Mamma had gone down-town to shop. She had asked Nora to look
by Stewart Edward White This is one of the stories of Alfred. There are many of them still floating around the West, for Alfred was
by L. Frank Baum Published in L. Frank Baum’s American Fairy Tales (1901). An accomplished wizard once lived on the top floor of a tenement
by Algernon Blackwood I Hibbert, always conscious of two worlds, was in this mountain village conscious of three. It lay on the slopes of the
by Arnold Bennett I When I was dying I had no fear. I was simply indifferent, partly, no doubt, through exhaustion caused by my long
by P. G. Wodehouse The main difficulty in writing a story is to convey to the reader clearly yet tersely the natures and dispositions of
by Aesop A Gnat flew over the meadow with much buzzing for so small a creature and settled on the tip of one of the
by Algernon Blackwood Dutton accepted the invitation for the feeble reason that he was not quick enough at the moment to find a graceful excuse.
by Aesop One cold stormy day a Goatherd drove his Goats for shelter into a cave, where a number of Wild Goats had also found
by Aesop A Goat strayed away from the flock, tempted by a patch of clover. The Goatherd tried to call it back, but in vain.
by Jack London On every hand stretched the forest primeval,–the home of noisy comedy and silent tragedy. Here the struggle for survival continued to wage
by Rudyard Kipling Hit a man an’ help a woman, an’ ye can’t be far wrong anyways.–_Maxims of Private Mulvaney._ The Inexpressibles gave a ball.
The Gold-Bug by Edgar Allan Poe What ho! what ho! this fellow is dancing mad! He hath been bitten by the Tarantula. –All in the