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by O. Henry I can see the artist bite the end of his pencil and frown when it comes to drawing his Easter picture; for

by Katherine Mansfield Chapter I The week after was one of the busiest weeks of their lives. Even when they went to bed it was

by O. Henry “In the tropics” (“Hop-along” Bibb, the bird fancier, was saying to me) “the seasons, months, fortnights, week-ends, holidays, dog-days, Sundays, and yesterdays

by Maxim Gorky One evening I was sauntering along a soft, grey, dusty track between two breast-high walls of grain. So narrow was the track

by James Joyce LILY, the caretaker’s daughter, was literally run off her feet. Hardly had she brought one gentleman into the little pantry behind the

The Death Of A Government Clerk by Anton Chekhov In this story, Chekhov takes a critical poke at the overtly hierarchical order of Russian society,

by Honore de Balzac In that winter when commenced that first taking up of arms by those of the religion, which was called the Riot

The Death Of Hanrahan by William Butler Yeats Hanrahan, that was never long in one place, was back again among the villages that are at

The Death Of Halpin Frayser by Ambrose Bierce H.P. Lovecraft, a master of gothic horror stories, referred to Bierce’s The Death of Halpin Frayser as,

by Louisa May Alcott Hardly was I settled again, when the inevitable bowl appeared, and its bearer delivered a message I had expected, yet dreaded

by Mark Twain The death of Jean Clemens occurred early in the morning of December 24, 1909. Mr. Clemens was in great stress of mind

by Jack London Blood for blood, rank for rank. —Thlinket Code. “Hear now the death of Ligoun–“ The speaker ceased, or rather suspended utterance, and

by Philip K. Dick No weapon has ever been frightful enough to put a stop to war—perhaps because we never before had any that thought

by O. Henry Robert Walmsley’s descent upon the city resulted in a Kilkenny struggle. He came out of the fight victor by a fortune and

The Dependents by Anton Chekhov MIHAIL PETROVITCH ZOTOV, a decrepit and solitary old man of seventy, belonging to the artisan class, was awakened by the

by Jerome K. Jerome The most respectable cat I have ever known was Thomas Henry. His original name was Thomas, but it seemed absurd to

by Edith Wharton I When Professor Linyard came back from his holiday in the Maine woods the air of rejuvenation he brought with him was

by H. P. Lovecraft Writing on what my doctor tells me is my deathbed, my most hideous fear is that the man is wrong. I

by O. Henry I was walking in Central Park with Avery Knight, the great New York burglar, highwayman, and murderer. “But, my dear Knight,” said

by Guy de Maupassant The peasant and the doctor stood on opposite sides of the bed, beside the old, dying woman. She was calm and

by Charles Dickens WE are not by any means devout believers in the old Bow Street Police. To say the truth, we think there was

by Rudyard Kipling All supplies very bad and dear, and there are no facilities for even the smallest repairs. – Sailing Directions. Her nationality was

The Devil in the Belfry by Edgar Allan Poe EVERYBODY knows, in a general way, that the finest place in the world is — or,

The Devil in Manuscript by Nathaniel Hawthorne On a bitter evening of December, I arrived by mail in a large town, which was then the