Friday, May 16th, 2014
by Matt Sprague (1945) Rex Bannon, half owner of the Diamond-C, let out a howl of anguish as the piece of scenery came down full on his left toe. It was Rex’ third season as volunteer scene shifter...
Friday, May 9th, 2014
by W.O. McGeehan (1919) To begin with it had been a tough winter. The reformers had killed the fight game and I didn’t see much chance of cornering a lot of jack, working Jersey with my stable of...
Friday, May 2nd, 2014
by Maitland Scott (1937) Nan Stewart clutched a tiny, whimpering bundle of human life to her quivering bosom. She faltered clumsily on her thin legs, which her threadbare nightgown revealed had lost their roundness of feminine charm, while...
Friday, April 25th, 2014
by Joseph Conrad We were driving along the road from Treguier to Kervanda. We passed at a smart trot between the hedges topping an earth wall on each side of the road; then at the foot of...
Friday, April 18th, 2014
by Aleksandr Kuprin (1914) It was five o’clock on a July afternoon. The heat was terrible. The whole of the huge stone-built town breathed out heat like a glowing furnace. The glare of the white-walled house was...
Friday, April 11th, 2014
by Caroline Chesebro (ca. 1896) The little hamlet called Juniper, lying at the foot of the Granite Hills, had contributed men out of all proportion to the State and country—twenty ministers to the pulpit, a judge to...
Friday, April 4th, 2014
by Saki Sylvia Seltoun ate her breakfast in the morning-room at Yessney with a pleasant sense of ultimate victory, such as a fervent Ironside might have permitted himself on the morrow of Worcester fight. She was scarcely...
Friday, March 28th, 2014
by H. Rider Haggard The story which is narrated in the following pages came to me from the lips of my old friend Allan Quatermain, or Hunter Quatermain, as we used to call him in South Africa....
Friday, March 21st, 2014
by Alphonse Daudet I started for school very late that morning and was in great dread of a scolding, especially because M. Hamel had said that he would question us on participles, and I did not know...
Friday, March 14th, 2014
by F. Marion Crawford I have often heard it scream. No, I am not nervous, I am not imaginative, and I never believed in ghosts, unless that thing is one. Whatever it is, it hates me almost...
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