Classic Short Stories

Like all seaside towns it was pervaded by the smell of fish. The toy shops were full of shells, varnished, hard yet fragile. Even...

  That night the Baron dreamt of many a woe; And all his warrior-guests, with shade and form Of witch, and demon, and large coffin-worm, Were long be-nightmared. —Keats.   Unhappy...

It came to pass that one day The Golden Barque was transformed into a temporary work-boat. The Boss. Hike, Calcutta, and the pock-marked man...

'She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses,' cried the young Student; 'but in all my garden there...

  Finnegan and I have the same literary agent to sell our writings for us--but though I'd often been in Mr. Cannon's office just before...

When one has seen Spring's blossom fall in London, and Summer appear and ripen and decay, as it does early in cities, and one...

JULY 16, 1833. --This is a memorable anniversary for me; on it I complete my three hundred and twenty-third year! The Wandering Jew?--certainly not....

I "What will we do now?" said the adjutant, troubled and excited. "Bury him," said Timothy Lean. The two officers looked down close to their toes where...

Should lanterns shine, the holy face, Caught in an octagon of unaccustomed light, Would wither up, and any boy of love Look twice before he fell from...

  The rest of the small party staying with my friend Geoffrey Aldwych in the charming old house which he had lately bought at a...