THE DEVIL AND TOM WALKER by Washington Irving (1783-1859) A few miles from Boston, in Massachusetts, there is a deep inlet winding several miles into the interior of the country from Charles Bay, and terminating in a thickly wooded swamp or morass. On one side of this inlet is a beautiful dark grove; on the…
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Brothers By SHERWOOD ANDERSON
I am sitting in my house in the country and it rains. Before my eyes the hills fall suddenly away and there are the flat plains and beyond the plains the city. An hour ago the old man of the house in the forest went past my door and the little dog was not with him.
A DRAMA IN THE AIR by Jules Verne
A DRAMA IN THE AIR by Jules Verne In the month of September, 185–, I arrived at Frankfort-on-the-Maine. My passage through the principal German cities had been brilliantly marked by balloon ascents; but as yet no German had accompanied me in my car, and the fine experiments made at Paris by MM. Green, Eugene Godard,…
THE SISTERS by James Joyce
THE SISTERS by James Joyce THERE was no hope for him this time: it was the third stroke. Night after night I had passed the house (it was vacation time) and studied the lighted square of window: and night after night I had found it lighted in the same way, faintly and evenly. If he…
THE BET by Anton Chekhov
IT WAS a dark autumn night. The old banker was walking up and down his study and remembering how, fifteen years before, he had given a party one autumn evening
THE ADVENTURE OF THE SPECKLED BAND by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
THE ADVENTURE OF THE SPECKLED BAND On glancing over my notes of the seventy odd cases in which I have during the last eight years studied the methods of my friend Sherlock Holmes, I find many tragic, some comic, a large number merely strange, but none commonplace; for, working as he did rather for…
The Parson’s Daughter of Oxney Colne By Anthony Trollope
The Parson’s Daughter of Oxney Colne By Anthony Trollope (London Review, 2 March 1861) The prettiest scenery in all England—and if I am contradicted in that assertion, I will say in all Europe—is in Devonshire, on the southern and southeastern skirts of Dartmoor, where the rivers Dart and Avon and Teign form themselves, and where…
A DAUGHTER OF THE LODGE by GEORGE GISSING
Portrait of the Painter’s Daughter Anna Catharina A DAUGHTER OF THE LODGE by GEORGE GISSING For a score of years the Rocketts had kept the lodge of Brent Hall. In the beginning Rockett was head gardener; his wife, the daughter of a shopkeeper, had never known domestic service, and performed her duties at the Hall…
TOBERMORY by Saki
TOBERMORY by Saki It was a chill, rain-washed afternoon of a late August day, that indefinite season when partridges are still in security or cold storage, and there is nothing to hunt?unless one is bounded on the north by the Bristol Channel, in which case one may lawfully gallop after fat red stags. Lady Blemley’s…
THE Queens of Spades by Alexsandr S. Pushkin
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…
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
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 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