Bee Cloud by Rebecca Loudon My sister Bink turned twenty-six two weeks ago. It wasn’t easy to pry her out of her room for her party and cake and the present Dad bought at Big!Lots. The truth is Bink hadn’t been out of her room for at least three years. She agreed to a bath…
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The Funeral by Neha Puntambekar
The Funeral by Neha Puntambekar The soft scent of lavender wafts out the open cupboard; it crawls under the bed, into the robin-blue Wedgewood vase on the bookshelf, and clings to the blue-white Ikat print of the curtains. Usually Meera finds it soothing, but today, as she stands against the carved door with a hand…
Beasley’s Machines by Nathaniel Johnson
Raymond Eliot Beasley – his wife Ellen always summoned the full name – was up in the attic playing worn records in his dust-webbed playroom.
Noblesse by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman
Noblesse by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman MARGARET LEE encountered in her late middle age the rather singular strait of being entirely alone in the world. She was unmarried, and as far as relatives were concerned, she had none except those connected with her by ties not of blood, but by marriage. Margaret had not married…
The Ferry of Unfulfilment by O.Henry
The Ferry of Unfulfilment by O.Henry At the street corner, as solid as granite in the “rush-hour” tide of humanity, stood the Man from Nome. The Arctic winds and sun had stained him berry-brown. His eye still held the azure glint of the glaciers. He was as alert as a fox, as tough as a…
The Sister-Years by Nathanial Hawthorn
The Sister-Years by Nathanial Hawthorn Last night, between eleven and twelve o’clock, when the Old Year was leaving her final footprints on the borders of Time’s empire, she found herself in possession of a few spare moments, and sat down?of all places in the world?on the steps of our new city-hall. The wintry moonlight showed…
Miss Brill by Katherine Mansfield
Miss Brill by Katherine Mansfield Although it was so brilliantly fine?the blue sky powdered with gold and great spots of light like white wine splashed over the Jardins Publiques?Miss Brill was glad that she had decided on her fur. The air was motionless, but when you opened your mouth there was just a faint chill,…
The Last Leaf by O’Henry
The Last Leaf by O’Henry In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called “places.” These “places” make strange angles and curves. One street crosses itself a time or two. An artist once discovered a valuable possibility in this street. Suppose a collector with…
The Oval Portrait by Edgar Allan Poe
The Oval Portrait by Edgar Allan Poe THE chateau into which my valet had ventured to make forcible entrance, rather than permit me, in my desperately wounded condition, to pass a night in the open air, was one of those piles of commingled gloom and grandeur which have so long frowned among the Appennines, not…
A Painful Case by James Joyce
A Painful Case by James Joyce MR. JAMES DUFFY lived in Chapelizod because he wished to live as far as possible from the city of which he was a citizen and because he found all the other suburbs of Dublin mean, modern and pretentious. He lived in an old sombre house and from his windows…
The Adventure of The Noble Bachelor by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
by Sidney Paget The Adventure of The Noble Bachelor by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle The Lord St. Simon marriage, and its curious termination, have long ceased to be a subject of interest in those exalted circles in which the unfortunate bridegroom moves. Fresh scandals have eclipsed it, and their more piquant details have drawn the…
A Day’s Wait by Ernest Hemingway
A Day’s Wait by Ernest Hemingway
The Little Frenchman and His Water Lots by George Pope Morris
The Little Frenchman and His Water Lots by George Pope Morris Look into those they call unfortunate, And, closer view’d, you’ll find they are unwise.?Young. Let wealth come in by comely thrift, And not by any foolish shift: Tis haste Makes waste: Who gripes too hard the dry and slippery sand Holds none at all,…
A Helpless Situation by Mark Twain
A Helpless Situation by Mark Twain Once or twice a year I get a letter of a certain pattern, a pattern that never materially changes, in form and substance, yet I cannot get used to that letter—it always astonishes me. It affects me as the locomotive always affects me: I say to myself, “I have…
Bald-Face by Jack London
Bald-Face ?by Jack London “Talkin’ of bear??” The Klondike King paused meditatively, and the group on the hotel porch hitched their chairs up closer. ? “Talkin’ of bear,” he went on, “now up in the Northern Country there are various kinds. On the Little Pelly, for instance, they come down that thick in the summer…