A SERVICE OF LOVE by O. Henry
A SERVICE OF LOVE by O. Henry When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.
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A SERVICE OF LOVE by O. Henry When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.
Continue readingA rich couple longed for a child. The wife prayed under a juniper tree, and eventually gave birth to a boy as white as snow and red as blood
Continue readingTHE FACTS IN THE CASE OF M. VALDEMAR by Edgar Allan Poe Of course I shall not pretend to consider it any matter for wonder, that the extraordinary case of M. Valdemar
Continue readingNEVER BET THE DEVIL YOUR HEAD A Tale With a Moral. by Edgar Allan Poe “Con tal que las costumbres de un autor,” says Don Thomas de las Torres,
Continue readingThe story begins in Salem village, where young Goodman Brown bids farewell to his wife, Faith, to embark on a mysterious night journey.
Continue readingAnother clergyman in New England, Mr. Joseph Moody, of York, Maine, who died about eighty years since, made himself remarkable by the same eccentricity that is here related
Continue readingIn a remote church hut during a fierce snowstorm, Savely Gykin, the sexton, suspects his young, attractive wife Raissa of being a witch who can control the weather to lure men to their dwelling.
Continue readingTHE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH by Edgar Allen Poe The “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence
Continue readingDicebant mihi sodales, si sepulchrum amicae visitarem, curas meas aliquar tulum fore levatas.—Ebn Zaiat.
Misery is manifold. The wretchedness of earth is multiform. Overreaching the wide horizon as the rainbow,
Continue readingThe Judge’s House by Bram Stoker When the time for his examination drew near Malcolm Malcolmson made up his mind
Continue readingThe Phantom ‘Rickshaw THE PHANTOM ‘RICKSHAW May no ill dreams disturb my rest, Nor Powers of Darkness me molest. —Evening
Continue reading“My Own True Ghost Story” is a short story by Rudyard Kipling that blends elements of humor, suspense, and the supernatural. The story is narrated
Continue readingLet me call myself, for the present, William Wilson. The fair page now lying before me need not be sullied with my real appellation. This has been already
Continue readingEvery night in the year, four of us sat in the small parlour of the George at Debenham—the undertaker, and the landlord, and Fettes, and myself.
Continue readingThere was a man of the Island of Hawaii, whom I shall call Keawe; for the truth is, he still lives, and his name must be kept secret; but the place of his birth was not far from Honaunau, where the bones of Keawe the Great
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