Category: Short Stories (1)
Imagine how hard it is to break up asphalt with a pickaxe Now imagine it s not even a very good pickaxe And you ve been doing it for days The sun hotter now mak...
It was a dark, starless night. We were becalmed in the Northern Pacific. Our exact position I do not know...
I HAD always thought Jack Gisburn rather a cheap genius--though a good fellow enough--so it was no great surprise to me to hear that...
During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone...
It was a dark autumn night. The old banker was walking up and down his study and remembering how, fifteen years before, he had g...
My father was a St. Bernard; my mother was a collie; but I am a Presbyterian. This is what my mother told me. I do not know these nice distin...
"Iceland is the most beautiful land the sun doth shine upon," said Sigurd Sigurdson to his two sons...
With England involved in the Russo-Japanese War of 1905 and her big battleship Argyll actively engaged...
The snow on the ground around Lavery's camp was six feet ...
Hatch sat on the bank, watching the yellow waste of water swirling by, and wishing to Heaven...
I believe that story of yours, senator. You tell me that while you two North Americans were...
Santa Claus lives in the Laughing Valley, where stands the big, rambling castle in which his toys...
Having laid my last hope beneath heavy flowers, I had drifted back to the village of my youth...
Queen Alizonde leaned her head against her casement for so long that her ring-jewels became...
Two people who had once.loved —or thought they loved—had been dead and buried for three years...