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In the Penal Colony
"It's a remarkable piece of apparatus," said the officer to the explorer and surveyed with a certa
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed into a giant inse
The Castle
It was late in the evening when K. arrived. The village was deep in snow. The Castle hill has hi
The Trial
Someone must have traduced Joseph K., for without having done anything wrong he was arrested one f
 Frank Kane
A cold, driving rain slanted down from the black sky, looked like buckshot hitting the puddles along
 Henry Kane
Don't Just Die There
When you toady about with millionaires, the bullfrog starts its croaking.
Edge of Panic
Sky tinted the windows, morning pale.
Private Eyeful
On a dusty day in New York--hot afternoon in the springtime--Miss Marla Trent and Mr. William Winkle
Novelist MacKinlay Kantor playing the guitar
Sometimes there was a compulsion which drew Ira Claffey from his plantation and sent him to walk t
A Common Life
Father Timothy Kavanagh stood at the stone wall on the ridge above Mitford, watching the deepening
Up the Down Staircase
Hi, teach!
The Arrangement
I still haven't figured out my accident.
The Last Temptation of Christ
A cool heavenly breeze took possession of him.
Zorba the Greek
I first met him in Piraeus.
Simon Called Peter
London lay as if washed with water-colour that Sunday morning, light blue sky and pale dancing sun
The Face of Battle
I have not been in a battle; not near one, nor heard one from afar, nor seen the aftermath.
Sing Sing Nights
In the large, square death-cell a sudden peculiar quiet had fallen upon four men of different nation
The Amazing Web
Al Lipke, his sleek black hair parted in the middle, his checked suit pressed to fit every curve of
The Fourth King
J. Hamilton Eaves, seated in the leather-lined swivel chair of his private office in the National In
The Matilda Hunter Murder
Evidently four of the five patients in the emergency ward of the Nurse Cavell Memorial Hospital on W
The Riddle of the Travelling Skull
I knew full well, when the Chinaman stopped me in the street that night and coolly asked me for a li
The Riddle of the Yellow Zuri
Clifford Carson, seated this sunny morning before the mail that covered his desk in the tiny office
The Spectacles of Mr. Cagliostro
One hundred and twenty miles more - two hours at the most - and he would be in Chicago, at the end o
The Tiger Snake
Clifford Carson, seated this sunny morning before the mail that covered his desk in the tiny office
The Voice of the Seven Sparrows
Mr. Matthew Fosgrove, senior partner in the firm of Fosgrove and Fosgrove, Engraves to the Publishin
Thieves' Nights
The one dirty window of the barren little room on the corner of Halsted and Maxwell streets, Chicago
X. Jones Of Scotland Yard
Thanks a million for the check-up of the fingerprint in Nebraska.
Lake Wobegon Days
The town of Lake Wobegon, Minnesota, lies on the shore against Adams Hill, looking east across the
Leaving Home: A Collection of Lake Wobegon Stories
It has been a quiet week in Lake Wobegon. It was chilly on Tuesday and Wednesday, as a cold front
Much Bigger Than Martin
Sometimes it's fun being Martin's little brother. But I hate it when he says, "Let's form a line. Th
Thomas Keneally Festival Cine Sidney
Schindler's Ark
In Poland's deepest autumn, a tall young man in an expensive <br />overcoat, double-breasted dinner jack
Margaret Moore Kennedy (1896-1967)
The Constant Nymph
At the time of his death the name of Albert Sanger was barely known to the musical public of Great
Riding up the winding road of Saint Agnes Cemetery in the back of the rattling old truck, Francis
Quinn's Book
I, Daniel Quinn, neither the first nor the last of a line of such Quinn's, set eyes on Maud the wond
Colours Aloft!
It was unusually cold for mid-September and the cobbled streets of Portsmouth Point shone like metal
Command a King's Ship
An Admiralty messenger opened the door of a small anteroom and said politely, "If you would be so go
Cross of St George
The Royal Dockyard at Portsmouth, usually a place of noise and constant movement, was as quiet as th
For My Country's Freedom
Lady Catherine Somervell reined in the big mare and patted her neck with a gloved hand.
Honour This Day
English Harbour, in fact the whole island of Antigua, seemed to crouch motionless as if pinned down
In Gallant Company
The stiff offshore wind, which had backed slightly to the north-west during the day, swept across Ne
Richard Bolitho - Midshipman
Although only noon, the clouds which scudded busily above Portsmouth harbour made it seem closer to
Sloop of War
It was a little more than a hundred yards' walk from the busy foreshore to the elegant white buildin
Stand Into Danger
Richard Bolitho thrust some coins into the hand of the man who had carried his sea-chest to the jett
Success to the Brave
Richard Bolitho leaned his palms on the sill of an open window and stared across the courtyard to th
The Darkening Sea
The meandering track that ran around the wide curve of Falmouth Bay was just wide enough to allow pa
The Inshore Squadron
Admiral Sir George Beauchamp held his thin hands towards the blazing log fire and rubbed his palms s
With All Despatch
Rear-Admiral Sir Marcus Drew stood to one side of a window and idly watched the comings and goings o
Kerouac by Palumbo
On The Road
I first met Dean not long after my wife and I split up
March Violets
This morning, at the corner of Friedrichstrasse and Jügerstrasse, I saw two men.
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
They're out there.
  Black boys in white suits up before me to commit sex acts in the
Sometimes a Great Notion
Along the western slopes of the Oregon Coastal Range . . . come look: the hysterical crashing
Vaughan Kester
The Just and the Unjust
Custer felt it his greatest privilege to sit of a Sunday morning in his mother's clean and burnish
The Prodigal Judge
The Quintards had not prospered on the barren lands of the pine woods whither they had emigrated t
Flowers for Algernon
Dr Strauss says I should rite down what I think and remembir and evrey thing that happins to me fr
Frances Parkinson Keyes 1921
Blue Camellia
Life was sometimes puzzling to Lavinia Winslow, but it was never dull, and she could remember when
Dinner at Antoine's
"Isn't it all wonderful, darling? Would you ever have dreamed, back in Milwaukee, that it
Joy Street
Emily Thayer stood beside the Christmas tree in the drawing room of the old Forbes house on Louisb
Steamboat Gothic
As usual, dinner at Cindy Lou had been a rich repast, and conducive to pleasant somnolence.
The River Road
"There's no use going to the window yet, Merry. It's barely five, and you know these things never
The Royal Box
Police Constable Fergus Gilpin, one of several P.C.s taking incoming calls in the underground "nerve center" of New Scotland Yard, leaned forward and spoke pleasantly into the telephone of his individual headset.
"Well, thanks a million, Captain Bob. No one but you could have ferreted this out for me."
Greg Keyes-Imaginales 2010
The Briar King
The sky cracked and lightning fell through its crooked seams. With it came a black sleet tasting
The Secret Life of Bees
At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom
The Martyred
The war came early one morning in June of 1950, and by the time the North Koreans occupied out cap
The Inner Shrine
Though she had counted the strokes of every hour since midnight, Mrs. Eveleth had no thought of going to bed.
The Street Called Straight
As a matter of fact, Davenant was under no illusions concerning the quality of the welcome his hos
The Wild Olive
Finding himself in the level wood-road, whose open aisle drew a long, straight streak across the sky, still luminous with the late-lingering Adirondack twilight, the tall young fugitive, hatless, coatless, and barefooted, paused a minute for reflection.
Stephen King, Comicon (Also known as: Richard Bachman)
Bag of Bones
On a very hot day in August of 1994, my wife told me she was <br />going down to the Derry Rite Aid to p
Black House
( with )
Right here and now, as an old friend used to say, we are in the <br />fluid present, where clear-sightedness never guarantees perfect vision.
Nobody was really surprised when it happened, not really, not at <br />the subconscious level where sava
"Oh my God!" my friend Arnie Cunningham cried out suddenly.<br><br />  "What is it?" I asked.
This is the story of a lover's triangle, I suppose you'd <br />say--Arnie Cunningham, Leigh Cabot, and,
Once upon a time, not so long ago, a monster came to the small <br />town of Castle Rock, Maine.
Oh! Oh, Jesus! Gross!<br><br />  "What, Mary, what?"<br><br />    "Didn't yo
Different Seasons
There's a guy like me in every state and federal prison in <br />America. I guess--I'm the guy who can
Dolores Claiborne
What did you ask, Andy Bissette?<br><br />  Do I "understand these rights as you've explained
It became their motto, and Jonesy couldn't for the life of him <br />remember which of them started sayi
Everything's Eventual
It's so dark that for awhile--just how long I don't know--I think <br />I'm still unconscious.
"Daddy, I'm tired," the little girl in the red pants and the green blouse said fretfully.
Four Past Midnight
Brian Engle rolled the American Pride L1011 to a stop at Gate 22 <br />and flicked off the <small>FASTEN
From a Buick 8
Curt Wilcox's boy came around the barracks a lot the year after <br />his father died, I mean a lot, but
Gerald's Game
Jessie could hear the back door banging lightly, randomly, in the <br />October breeze blowing around th
Hearts in Atlantis
Bobby Garfield's father had been one of those fellow who start <br />losing their hair in their twenties
No one--least of all Dr. Litchfield--came right out and told <br />Ralph Roberts that his wife as going
The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight <br />years--if it ever did end--began, so far
<i>umber whunnnn<br><br />yerrrnnn umber whunnnn<br><br />fayunnnn</i><br><br />These sounds: even in the haze.
Needful Things
In a small town, the opening of a new store is big news.
Nightmares & Dreamscapes
I waited and watched for seven years. I saw him come and <br />go--Dolan. I watched him stroll into fa
Pet Sematary
Louis Creed, who had lost his father at three and who had never <br />known a grandfather, never expecte
Rose Madder
She sits in the corner, trying to draw air out of a room which <br />seemed to have plenty just a few mi
Skeleton Crew
This is what happened. On the night the worst heat wave in <br />northern New England history finally b
The Dark Half
The May 23rd issue of <i>People</i> magazine was pretty typical.
The Dead Zone
The two things Sarah remembered about that night later were his <br />run of luck at the Wheel of Fortun
The Eyes of the Dragon
Once, in a kingdom called Delain, there was a King with two sons. <br />Delain was a very old kingdom a
The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon
The world had teeth and it could bite you with them anytime it <br />wanted. Trisha McFarland discovere
The Green Mile
This happened in 1932, when the state penitentiary was still at <br />Cold Mountain. And the electric c
The Gunslinger
The Man in Black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger <br />followed.
The Shining
Jack Torrance thought: <i>Officious little prick</i>.
The Stand
Hapcomb's Texaco sat on Number 93 just north of Arnette, a <br />pissant four-street burg about 110 mile
The Talisman
( with )
On September 5th, 1981, a boy named Jack Sawyer stood where the <br />water and land come together, hand
The Tommyknockers
For want of a nail the kingdom was lost--that's how the catechism <br />goes when you boil it down. In
Three Terrible Trins
At six o'clock on the morning of her birthday, Mrs. Gray's husband was killed and eaten. It was her
Courtship Rite
Prime Predictor Tae Ran-Kaiel was long dead but he lived in the bellies of his aggressive progeny.
Alton Locke
I am a Cockney among Cockneys.
In the four hundred and thirteenth year of the Christian era, some three hundred miles above Alexa
Two Years Ago
Now, to tell my story--if not as it ought to be told, at least as I can tell it,--I must go back s
Westward Ho!
All who have travelled through the delicious scenery of North Devon must needs know the little whi
Henry Kingsley
The Recollections of Geoffry Hamlyn
Near the end of February 1857, I think about the 20th or so, though it don't much matter; I only k
Pigs in Heaven
Women on their own run in Alice's family.
Prodigal Summer
Her body moved with the frankness that comes from solitary habits. But solitude is only a human p
The Bean Trees
I have been afraid of putting air in a tire ever since I saw a tractor tire blow up and throw Newt H
Rudyard Kipling
Captains Courageous
The weather door of the smoking-room had been left open to the North Atlantic fog, as the big line
He sat in defiance of municipal orders, astride the gun of Zam-Zammeh on her brick platform opposite
Soldiers Three
Mulvaney, Ortheris and Learoyd are Privates in B Company of a Line Regiment, and personal friends
The Fringes of the Fleet
The Navy is very old and very wise.
The Jungle Book
It was seven o'clock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills when Father Wolf woke up from his d
The Light That Failed
"What do you think she'd do if she caught us?"
The Light That Failed
"What do you think she'd do if she caught us? We oughtn't to have it, you know," said Maisie.
A Sweetness to the Soul
Like the slow rising of the river after an early snow melt in the mountains, he seeped into my lif
Joe Klein 2011 Shankbone
Primary Colors
He was a big fellow, looking seriously pale on the streets of Harlem in deep summer.
Drinking: A Love Story
I drank.
  I drank Fume Blank at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, and I drank double shots o
( with )
Archie DuPage opened the door, but a blast of trumpets rang down <br />the corridor and drove him back i
Seven Days in May
( with )
The parking lot stretched away to the north, cheerless and <br />vacant. Its monotonous acres of concret
He was restless, curiously remote.
This Above All
When spring was almost done the war began in earnest.
A Separate Peace
I went back to the Devon School not long ago, and found it looking oddly newer than when I was a stu
Darkness at Noon
The cell door slammed behind Rubishov.
The Rich Part of Life
The day we won the lottery I was wearing wax lips that my father had bought for the Nose Picker an
 Todd Komarnicki
The shots were loud and dull, like a stripper I used to know.
E.L. Konigsburg, Miami Book Fair International, 1986
From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler
Claudia knew that she could never pull off the old-fashioned kind of running-away.
The Space Merchants
( with )
As I dressed that morning I ran over in my mind the long list of <br />statistics, evasions, and exagger
Jerzy Kosinsky (1969)
I was traveling farther south. The villages were small and poor; <br />each time I stopped in one, a cr
The Painted Bird
In the first weeks of World War II, in the fall of 1939, a six year old boy from a large city in Eas
E.T., the Extra-Terrestrial Storybook
The spaceship floated gently, anchored by a beam of lavender light to the earth below. Round in s
I'll Take Manhattan
Maxi Amberville, with characteristic impatience and a lifelong disregard for regulations, sprang o
Mistral's Daughter
Fauve dashed through the lobby, her Stop-sign red slicker flapping around her, and managed to sque
Princess Daisy
"We could always shoot this on top of the RCA Building," Daisy said, walking past the parapet, abo
In Beverly Hills only the infirm and senile do not drive their own cars. The local police are acc
Till We Meet Again
Eve Coudert held out her five-franc note to the ticket-seller. She gave him a nonchalant smile as
The Nanny Diaries
( with )
"Hi, this is Alexis at the Parent League. I'm just calling to <br />follow up on the uniform guidelines
 Laura Lettie Krey (used pseudonym Mary Everett)
And Tell of Time
Spring came late, the year the war closed.
Milan Kundera redux
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
The idea of eternal return is a mysterious one, and Nietzche has often perplexed other philosophers
Pat the Bunny
Here are Paul and Judy,
  They can do lots of things.
The Buddha of Suburbia
My name is Karim Amir, and I am an Englishman born and bred, almost.
When Bad Things Happen to Good People
There is only one question which really matters: why do bad things happen to good people?
Cappy Ricks Retires
If you have read previous tales of the Blue Star Navigation Company and the various brisk individual
Kindred of the Dust
In the living-room of The Dreamerie, his home on Tyee Head, Hector McKaye, owner of the Tyee Lumber
Made of Money
Mr. Absolom McPeake's secretary came into her employer's office with an unpleasant announcement.
The Thunder God
Mr. Benjamin Whitton signed the last of a stack of letters and pressed the call button to summon his
The Understanding Heart
Along the narrow, single-track dirt road that led through the canyons and over the low foot-hills on
The Valley of the Giants
In the summer of 1850 a topsail schooner slipped into the cove under Trinidad Head and dropped ancho
Tide of Empire
In the late spring of 1848 a mounted man, herding before him two pack-animals, paused at timber-line
Two Make a World
It was six o'clock P.M. of an afternoon in midsummer, and Mr. Tobias Hand still sat in the little of
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