To the Man on the Trail by Jack London
To the Man on the Trail
by Jack London
‘Dump it in!.’ ‘But I say, Kid, isn’t that going it a little too strong? Whisky and alcohol’s bad enough
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To the Man on the Trail
by Jack London
‘Dump it in!.’ ‘But I say, Kid, isn’t that going it a little too strong? Whisky and alcohol’s bad enough
Continue readingBen Westerham has recently let slip the chains of paid employment so he can spend ever more time writing crime, mystery and thriller stories as well as spending time reading, gardening and uncovering fascinating nuggets about his criminal ancestors.
Continue readingThe policeman on the beat moved up the avenue impressively. The impressiveness was habitual and not for show, for spectators were few.
Continue readingTime was, with most of us, when Christmas Day encircling all our limited world like a magic ring, left nothing out for us to miss or seek; bound together all our home enjoyments
Continue readingPart of my responsibilities included watching over the people in hibernation. Checking gauges, testing the surface tension of the Plexiglass housing, monitoring moisture and so on
Continue readingA Christmas Accident by Annie Eliot Trumbull AT first the two yards were as much alike as the two
Continue reading“Phil, I’m getting fearfully hungry. When are we going to strike civilization?”
Continue readingChristmas Every Day by W. D. Howells The little girl came into her papa’s study, as she always did Saturday
Continue readingHer small chest woke her. The heart rattling inside it. Like an alarm clock palpitating in secrecy, until the time came that she could no longer ignore it.
Continue readingThe Heavenly Christmas Tree by Fyodor Dostoevsky I am a novelist, and I suppose I have made up this
Continue readingFrederick Dane was on his way towards what he called his home. His home, alas, was but an indifferent attic in one of the southern suburbs of Boston.
Continue readingOld Man Rabbit sat at the door of his little house eating a nice, ripe, juicy turnip. It was a cold, frosty day, but Old Man Rabbit
Continue readingFreshly dead, she was pinned to the desk by a knife. Smears of blood oozed between his fingers and dripped to the floor.
Continue readingThe grey warm evening of August had descended upon the city and a mild warm air, a memory of summer, circulated in the streets.
Continue readingThe Skylight Room by O.Henry First Mrs. Parker would show you the double parlours. You would not dare to interrupt
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