The Christmas Goblins by Charles Dickens In an old abbey town, a long, long while ago there officiated as sexton and gravedigger in the churchyard one Gabriel Grubb. He was an ill conditioned cross-grained, surly fellow, who consorted with nobody but himself and an old wicker-bottle which fitted into his large, deep waistcoat pocket. A…
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MARLEY’S GHOST by Charles Dickens
MARLEY’S GHOST by Charles Dickens Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge’s name was good upon ‘Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to….
AT CHRISTMAS TIME by Anton Chekhov
AT CHRISTMAS TIME by Anton Chekhov I “WHAT shall I write?” said Yegor, and he dipped his pen in the ink. Vasilisa had not seen her daughter for four years. Her daughter Yefimya had gone after her wedding to Petersburg, had sent them two letters, and since then seemed to vanish out of their…
A Christmas Tree by Charles Dickens
A Christmas Tree by Charles Dickens I have been looking on, this evening, at a merry company of children assembled round that pretty German toy, a Christmas Tree. The tree was planted in the middle of a great round table, and towered high above their heads. It was brilliantly lighted by a multitude of little…
The Adventure of the Engineer’s Thumb by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
The Adventure of the Engineer’s Thumb by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Of all the problems which have been submitted to my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, for solution during the years of our intimacy, there were only two which I was the means of introducing to his notice—that of Mr. Hatherley’s thumb, and that of Colonel…
Difficult People by Anton Chekhov
YEVGRAF IVANOVITCH SHIRYAEV, a small farmer, whose father, a parish priest, now deceased, had received a gift of three hundred acres
THE GHOST OF ART by Charles Dickens
THE GHOST OF ART by Charles Dickens I AM a bachelor, residing in rather a dreary set of chambers in the Temple. They are situated in a square court of high houses, which would be a complete well, but for the want of water and the absence of a bucket. I live at the top…
THE HOLLOW OF THE THREE HILLS by Nathaniel Hawthorne
THE HOLLOW OF THE THREE HILLS by Nathaniel Hawthorne In those strange old times when fantastic dreams and madmen’s reveries were realized among the actual circumstances of life, two persons met together at an appointed hour and place. One was a lady graceful in form and fair of feature, though pale and troubled and smitten…
THE HAUNTED MIND by Nathaniel Hawthorne
THE HAUNTED MIND by Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-1864) What a singular moment is the first one, when you have hardly begun to recollect yourself, after starting from midnight slumber! By unclosing your eyes so suddenly you seem to have surprised the personages of your dream in full convocation round your bed, and catch one broad glance…
Tell Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe (Video)
Here is an animated video we just love. There are many of these on youtube, and we thought to kick off the early Halloween season (which we love so much) we would post this version of Poe’s Tell Tale Heart. It is an animated movie from 1953. We hope you enjoy all of the creepy….
THE POET AND THE PEASANT by O.Henry
THE POET AND THE PEASANT by O.Henry The other day a poet friend of mine, who has lived in close communion with nature all his life, wrote a poem and took it to an editor. It was a living pastoral, full of the genuine breath of the fields, the song of birds, and the pleasant…
DESIREE’S BABY by Kate Chopin
DESIREE’S BABY by Kate Chopin As the day was pleasant, Madame Valmonde drove over to L’Abri to see Desiree and the baby. It made her laugh to think of Desiree with a baby. Why, it seemed but yesterday that Desiree was little more than a baby herself; when Monsieur in riding through the gateway of…
War by Jack London
WAR by Jack London HE was a young man, not more than twenty-four or five, and he might have sat his horse with the careless grace of his youth had he not been so catlike and tense. His black eyes roved everywhere, catching the movements of twigs and branches where small birds hopped, questing ever…
A RESPECTABLE WOMAN by Kate Chopin
A RESPECTABLE WOMAN by Kate Chopin Mrs. Baroda was a little provoked to learn that her husband expected his friend, Gouvernail, up to spend a week or two on the plantation. They had entertained a good deal during the winter; much of the time had also been passed in New Orleans in various forms of…
Typhoon Off the Coast of Japan by Jack London
Typhoon Off the Coast of Japan by Jack London Jack London’s first story, published at the age of seventeen It was four bells in the morning watch. We had just finished breakfast when the order came forward for the watch on deck to stand by to heave her to and all hands stand by the…