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H. G. Wells

The stories of H.G Wells

The collected stories of H. G. Wells

The Valley of Spiders by H.G. Wells

April 13, 2019 by Every Writer

Towards mid-day the three pursuers came abruptly round a bend in the torrent bed upon the sight of a very broad and spacious valley. The difficult and winding trench of pebbles along which they had tracked the fugitives for so long expanded to a broad slope, and with a common impulse the three men left […]

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The Treasure in the Forest by W. G. Wells

May 2, 2011 by Every Writer

the treasure in the forest by hg wells

The canoe was now approaching the land. The bay opened out, and a gap in the white surf of the reef marked where the little river ran out to the sea; the thicker and deeper green of the virgin forest showed its course down the distant hill slope. The forest here came close to the […]

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The Country of the Blind by H. B. Wells

April 16, 2011 by Every Writer

The Country of the Blindby H. B. Wells

Three hundred miles and more from Chimborazo, one hundred from the snows of Cotopaxi, in the wildest wastes of Ecuador’s Andes, there lies that mysterious mountain valley, cut off from the world of men, the Country of the Blind. Long years ago that valley lay so far open to the world that men might come […]

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THE RED ROOM by H. G. Wells

May 28, 2010 by Every Writer

THE RED ROOM by H. G. Wells “I can assure you,” said I, “that it will take a very tangible ghost to frighten me.” And I stood up before the fire with my glass in my hand. “It is your own choosing,” said the man with the withered arm, and glanced at me askance. “Eight-and-twenty […]

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