The Moth by H. G. Wells
Probably you have heard of Hapley—not W. T. Hapley, the son, but the celebrated Hapley, the Hapley of Periplaneta Hapliia
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Probably you have heard of Hapley—not W. T. Hapley, the son, but the celebrated Hapley, the Hapley of Periplaneta Hapliia
Continue readingThe cars came scudding in towards Dublin, running evenly like pellets in the groove of the Naas Road. At the crest of the hill at Inchicore sightseers had gathered
Continue readingJames Joyce (1882-1941) was an Irish novelist and poet considered to be one of the most influential writers of the early 20th century. Joyce was born and raised in Dublin
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by Jack London
‘Dump it in!.’ ‘But I say, Kid, isn’t that going it a little too strong? Whisky and alcohol’s bad enough
Continue readingTime was, with most of us, when Christmas Day encircling all our limited world like a magic ring, left nothing out for us to miss or seek; bound together all our home enjoyments
Continue readingA Christmas Accident by Annie Eliot Trumbull AT first the two yards were as much alike as the two
Continue readingChristmas Every Day by W. D. Howells The little girl came into her papa’s study, as she always did Saturday
Continue readingThe Heavenly Christmas Tree by Fyodor Dostoevsky I am a novelist, and I suppose I have made up this
Continue readingFrederick 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.
Continue readingThe Skylight Room by O.Henry First Mrs. Parker would show you the double parlours. You would not dare to interrupt
Continue readingVirginia Woolf (1882-1941) was an English novelist, essayist, publisher, and writer of short stories who was considered one
Continue reading“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.
Continue readingI had entered, in an idle mood, the shop of one of those curiosity venders who are called marchands de bric-à-brac in that Parisian
Continue readingWilliam 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
Continue readingKunin, a wealthy landowner and member of the Rural Board, invites Father Yakov, the young village priest, to discuss opening a church school. Kunin is shocked by Father Yakov’s shabby appearance and lack of dignity, seeing him as unfit for the priesthood.
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