Problems with formatting click here. The Queens of Spades by Alexsandr S. Pushkin I There was a card party at the rooms of Narumov of the Horse Guards. The long winter night passed away imperceptibly, and it was five o’clock in the morning before the company sat down to supper. Those who had won, ate…
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Richard Edwards has a BFA in Creative Writing and Journalism from Bowling Green State University and an M.S. in Education from the University of Akron. Managing editor of Drunk Duck, poetry editor for Prairie Margins, reporter for Miscellany, Akron Journal, Lorain Journal, and The BG News. He has also worked as a professional writer and editor in the medical publishing industry for several years. For the last 15 years Richard has also taught literature and writing at the secondary and post-secondary levels. He works much of the time with at-risk students.
THE CHRISTMAS TREE AND THE WEDDING BY FIODOR M. DOSTOYEVSKY
THE CHRISTMAS TREE AND THE WEDDING If you have formatting issues, click here. The other day I saw a wedding? But no! I would rather tell you about a Christmas tree. The wedding was superb. I liked it immensely. But the other incident was still finer. I don’t know why it is that the sight…
HOW MUCH LAND DOES A MAN NEED? by Leo Tolstoy
Painting by Vladimir Makovsky How Much Land Does a Man Need by Leo Tolstoy I An elder sister came to visit her younger sister in the country. The elder was married to a tradesman in town, the younger to a peasant in the village. As the sisters sat over their tea talking, the elder began…
THE MAN WITHOUT A COUNTRY by Edward Everett Hale
THE MAN WITHOUT A COUNTRY “NOLAN. Died, on board U. S. Corvette ‘Levant,’ [Note 3] Lat. 2° 11′ S., Long. 131° W., on the 11th of May, PHILIP NOLAN.” I happened to observe it, because I was stranded at the old Mission House in Mackinaw, waiting for a Lake Superior steamer which did not choose…
BARTLEBY, THE SCRIVENER by Herman Melville
I am a rather elderly man. The nature of my avocations for the last thirty years has brought me into more than ordinary contact with what would seem an interesting and somewhat singular set of men,
Paul’s Case by Willa Cather
It was Paul’s afternoon to appear before the faculty of the Pittsburgh High School to account for his various misdemeanours. He had been suspended a week ago, and his father had called
A FIGHT WITH A CANNON by Victor Hugo
La vieuville was suddenly cut short by a cry of despair, and a the same time a noise was heard wholly unlike any other sound. The cry and sounds came from within
The Lady or the Tiger by Frank R. Stockton
THE LADY, OR THE TIGER? In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, whose ideas, though somewhat polished and sharpened by the progressiveness of distant Latin neighbors, were still large, florid, and untrammeled, as became the half of him which was barbaric. He was a man of exuberant fancy, and, withal, of an…
TO BUILD A FIRE by Jack London
To Build a Fire by Jack London Day had broken cold and grey, exceedingly cold and grey, when the man turned aside from the main Yukon trail and climbed the high earth-bank, where a dim and little-travelled trail led eastward through the fat spruce timberland. It was a steep bank, and he paused for…
The Lady With The Dog by Anton Chekhov
Intro to The Lady with the Dog by Anton Chekov by Richard Everywriter (Editors note, this story was first published 2/21/2010 and updated 4/12/2025) We first published “The Lady with the Dog” on our website about 15 years ago. It was one of the earliest digital versions of this classic that subsequently spread across the…
The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County By Mark Twain
The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County By Mark Twain is one of Twain’s most prized stories.
THE YELLOW WALLPAPER by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
It is very seldom that mere ordinary people like John and myself secure ancestral halls for the summer.
A colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, I would say a haunted house, and reach the height of romantic felicity—but that would be asking too much of fate!
The Secret Sharer by Joseph Conrad
French frigate La Boudeuse I On my right hand there were lines of fishing stakes resembling a mysterious system of half-submerged bamboo fences, incomprehensible in its division of the domain of tropical fishes, and crazy of aspect as if abandoned forever by some nomad tribe of fishermen now gone to the other end of the…
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving
In the bosom of one of those spacious coves which indent the eastern shore of the Hudson, at that broad expansion of the river denominated by the ancient Dutch navigators the Tappan Zee
The Red-Headed League by Arthur Conan Doyle
I had called upon my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, one day in the autumn of last year and found him in deep conversation with a very stout, florid-faced, elderly gentleman with fiery red hair.