Short Stories
The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County
Posted on July 1, 2007. Filed under: Mark Twain, Short Stories |
by MARK TWAINIn compliance with the request of a friend of mine, who wrote me from the East, I called on good-natured, garrulous old Simon Wheeler, and inquired after my friend’s friend, Leonidas W. Smiley, as requested to do, and I hereunto append the result. I have a lurking suspicion that Leonidas W. Smiley is [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )The Hairpin
Posted on June 20, 2007. Filed under: Guy de Maupassant, Short Stories |
BY GUY de MAUPASSANT
I WILL NOT RECORD THE NAME EITHER OF THE COUNTRY OR OF the man concerned. It was far, very far from this part of the world, on a fertile and scorching sea-coast. All morning we had been following a coast clothed with crops and a blue sea clothed in sunlight. Flowers thrust [...]
The Wedding-Knell
Posted on May 1, 2007. Filed under: Gothic, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Short Stories |
by Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-1864)
Word Count: 3208
There is a certain church in the city of New York which I have always regarded with peculiar interest, on account of a marriage there solemnized, under very singular circumstances, in my grandmother’s girlhood. That venerable lady chanced to be a spectator of the scene, and ever after made it [...]
The Poor Relation’s Story
Posted on April 10, 2007. Filed under: Charles Dicken, Short Stories |
by Charles Dickens (1812-1870)
Word Count: 4356
He was very reluctant to take precedence of so many respected members of the family, by beginning the round of stories they were to relate as they sat in a goodly circle by the Christmas fire; and he modestly suggested that it would be more correct if “John our esteemed [...]
Misti–Recollections of a Bachelor
Posted on March 21, 2007. Filed under: Guy de Maupassant, Romance, Short Stories |
by Guy de Maupassant (1850-1893)
Word Count: 1921
I was very much interested at that time in a droll little woman. She was married, of course, as I have a horror of unmarried flirts. What enjoyment is there in making love to a woman who belongs to nobody and yet belongs to any one? And, besides, morality [...]
The Piece of String
Posted on March 19, 2007. Filed under: Guy de Maupassant, Short Stories |
by GUY DE MAUPASSANT
ALONG ALL THE ROADS around Goderville the peasants and their wives were coming toward the burgh because it was market day. The men were proceeding with slow steps, the whole body bent forward at each movement of their long twisted legs; deformed by their hard work, by the weight on the plow [...]
A Bite of Seduction
Posted on February 14, 2007. Filed under: Anonymous, Fantasy, Gothic, Horror, Short Stories |
Author Unknown
Kioku knew from the start that it was a mistake to let her dog run loose in the park, because she knew it was only a matter of time before he’d get himself lost in the thick northern forest. And sure enough, he did, and she lost a battle with her conscience to go [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 1 so far )The Vendetta
Posted on January 17, 2007. Filed under: Gothic, Guy de Maupassant, Short Stories |
by GUY de MAUPASSANT
PAOLO SAVERINI’S WIDOW LIVED ALONE WITH HER SON IN A poor little house on the ramparts of Bonifacio. The town, built on a spur of the mountains, in places actually overhanging the sea, looks across a channel bristling with reefs, to the lower shores of Sardinia. At its foot, on the other [...]
What The Modern Woman Wants
Posted on January 14, 2007. Filed under: Amanda Chong, Short Stories |
Singapore girl wins Commonwealth essay prize!A 15-YEAR-OLD Singaporean, competing against 16- to 18-year-olds, has won the top prize in a writing contest that drew 5,300 entries from 52 countries.In the annual Commonwealth Essay Competition, Amanda Chong of Raffles Girls’School (Secondary) chose to compete in the older category and won with a piece on the restlessness [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )The Door in the Wall
Posted on January 6, 2007. Filed under: H.G. Wells, Short Stories |
by H. G. Wells
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One confidential evening, not three months ago, Lionel Wallace told me this story of the Door in the Wall. And at the time I thought that so far as he was concered it was a true story.
He told it me with such direct simplicity of conviction that I could not do otherwise [...]
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