Flies thrive on dirt and grime. Even so, they do attempt to clean themselves, brushing their heads and bodies. In the process, a fly can decapitate itself at times. Headless flies can then go on to live for several days – if it can be called living.
The Beast with Five Fingers By W. F. HARVEY
When I was a little boy I once went with my father to call on Adrian Borlsover. I played on the floor with a black spaniel while my father
The hunt for the desired ratio by Marie Hanna Curran
Stepping out of the large arena, I asked the expansive blue sky, “What do you think of all this begging?”
A Christmas Accident by Annie Eliot Trumbull
A Christmas Accident by Annie Eliot Trumbull AT first the two yards were as much alike as the two houses, each house being the exact copy of the other. They were just two of those little red brick dwellings that one is always seeing side by side in the outskirts of a city, and […]
The Shine of a Sinful Heart by Ximena Escobar
Her small chest woke her. The heart rattling inside it. Like an alarm clock palpitating in secrecy, until the time came that she could no longer ignore it.
Thanksgiving at the Polls by Edward Everett Hale
Frederick Dane was on his way towards what he called his home. His home, alas, was but an indifferent attic in one of the southern suburbs of Boston.
Old Man Rabbit’s Thanksgiving Dinner Carolyn Sherwin Bailey
Old Man Rabbit sat at the door of his little house eating a nice, ripe, juicy turnip. It was a cold, frosty day, but Old Man Rabbit
Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen by O.Henry
There is one day that is ours. There is one day when all we Americans who are not self-made go back to the old home to eat saleratus biscuits and marvel how much nearer to the porch the old pump looks than it used to.
An Old-Fashioned Thanksgiving by Louisa May Alcott
“Yes’m,” answered two meek voices, and after a few irrepressible giggles, silence reigned, broken only by an occasional snore from the boys, or the soft scurry of mice in the buttery, taking their part in this old-fashioned Thanksgiving.
The Gold-Bug by Edgar Allan Poe
William Legrand, who discovers a peculiar gold-colored beetle while on Sullivan’s Island in South Carolina. Legrand is obsessed with the scarab beetle and makes drawings of it. Later, Legrand receives a scrap of parchment paper with a cryptic coded
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