Classic Short Stories

  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...

See the dead eyes, with hollow cheeks, Pale, distressed and serious,Supporting stricken and pale women,They step on the shipThe way you step on the...

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...

The long journey over the bog was tiring to the men. They sat about, melancholy and silent, for the hours it lasted. Hike trudged...

The Prisoner of War by Fitz-James O’Brien As I lie in my cot at night, and look through the open door, And watch the silken sky that...

For thirty years Edward Dempsey had worked low down in the list of clerks in the firm of Quin and Wee. He did his...