A Dream of Armageddon by H.G. Wells
The man with the white face entered the carriage at Rugby. He moved slowly in spite of the urgency of
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The man with the white face entered the carriage at Rugby. He moved slowly in spite of the urgency of
Continue readingProbably you have heard of Hapley—not W. T. Hapley, the son, but the celebrated Hapley, the Hapley of Periplaneta Hapliia,
Continue readingAnd after all the weather was ideal. They could not have had a more perfect day for a garden-party
Continue readingAt the ripe age of 21, Ariel lives in failure of that first step. She’s filing papers now, an administrative assistant at the Dropbox headquarters in the heart of Silicon Valley. She watches the computer engineers check in and out behind the front desk on the third floor, and all day this plagues her with a sense of inadequacy. She thinks about her upbringing in an upper-middle class
Continue reading“O. Henry” was the pen name adopted by William Sydney Porter. He began his short story career by contributing Whistling Dick’s Christmas Stocking to McClure’s Magazine in 1899.
Continue readingGarret has a head cold. Naturally he’s in a foul mood. His world has stopped
Continue readingShe had finally done it. She had become a cantankerous old lady.
Continue readingThrough the open window above the tub, an outcry reaches us from the world. I sink my battleship, but it pops right back up to the surface. More shouts follow.
Continue readingThe huge sign says ‘Japanese Culture Day.’ An arrow points at an ugly building with square windows like blisters. They are greeted at the door by two smiling, bowing
Continue readingLucy was an oddball and a loner. She only trusted one person her whole life, Sam.
Continue readingMy wife handed me the small envelope addressed to me in ink. The return address was from San Antonio, which was curious, because I did not know anyone from that city anymore. The friends that I had met there had all reported for duty the same day I did, in other cities and towns
Continue readingOff The Page ?by Ren?e Hankins ?We haven?t been in one novel in the last five months. Not one.? Binky,
Continue readingThe canoe was now approaching the land. The bay opened out, and a gap in the white surf of the
Continue readingThe Last Leaf by O’Henry In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken
Continue readingby Sidney Paget The Adventure of The Noble Bachelor by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle The Lord St. Simon marriage, and
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