The Serpent’s Island

The Serpent’s Island

The Serpent’s Island (A Tale From Egypt) Long ago, during a time of peace in Egypt, many explorers journeyed in search of treasures. Ship captains…
The King of Compassion

The King of Compassion

The King of Compassion (A Tale From India) Once upon a time, there was a great king who ruled his people with generosity and kindness.…
The Notary of Perigueux

The Notary of Perigueux

The Notary of Perigueux by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow You must know, gentlemen, that there lived some years ago, in the city of Périgueux, an honest…
Parker Adderson, Philosopher

Parker Adderson, Philosopher

“Prisoner, what is your name?” “As I am to lose it at daylight to-morrow morning it is hardly worth while concealing it. Parker Adderson.” “Your…
The Mockingbird

The Mockingbird

The Mockingbird by Ambrose Bierce The time, a pleasant Sunday afternoon in the early autumn of 1861. The place, a forest’s heart in the mountain…
The Counting-House

The Counting-House

It was autumn. For some hours I had been strolling across country with my gun, and should probably not have returned till evening to the…
The Shammas

The Shammas

In another millennium, in a synagogue in Jerusalem, there lived a simple man, a shammas by trade. The shammas was the person responsible for cleaning…
The Last Word

The Last Word

Yes, gentlemen, I killed him! In vain do you try to obtain for me a medical certificate of temporary aberration. I shall not take advantage…
The Southwest Chamber

The Southwest Chamber

“That school-teacher from Acton is coming to-day,” said the elder Miss Gill, Sophia. “So she is,” assented the younger Miss Gill, Amanda. “I have decided…
A Telephone Call

A Telephone Call

A Telephone Call by Dorothy Parker Please, God, let him telephone me now. Dear God, let him call me now. I won’t ask anything else…
Mechanical Justice

Mechanical Justice

The large hall of the principal club of one of our provincial towns was packed with people. Every box, every seat in pit and stalls…
The Little Angel

The Little Angel

I At times Sashka wished to give up what is called living: to cease to wash every morning in cold water, on which thin sheets…
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