Classic Fiction

Short Stories by J. D. Salinger

"Juanita, she's always dragging me to a million movies, and we see these here shows all about war and stuff. You see a lot of real handsome guys always getting shot pretty neat, right where More

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The End of Devil Hawker

To celebrate Sherlock Holmes' return to the big screen, we present a classic Post short story written by his creator, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. More

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In the business stories he wrote for the Post, Sinclair Lewis satirized the short-sighted, self-serving pomposity within American business.  More

God-Fearing Mrs. Bates

Old Mrs. Bates is always Peeping through her curtain, Peering up and down the street, Making very certain Of the wicked goings on Of all More

Thanksgiving … 1950

Hard, hard it is, this anxious autumn, To lift the heavy mind from its dark forebodings; To sit at the bright feast, and with ruddy More

Mid-November

I greeted the new day happily, but the sky was a gray that scowled at me, and the wind was a voice that turned away, More

November Jailbreak

I stopped this morning to admire A row of icicles in sun And watched prismatic colors run About them like a restless fire ... More

November Night

The wind goes keening through the dark, Disconsolate for what is lost— The rose, the leaf, the lyric stream Now songless under ice and frost.  More

Warning on Halloween

Whoever rings my doorbell Might as well roam; I won't be there with cookies, I won't be home ... More

Halloween Visitor

Tonight when the moon is soaring high, And the broomstick set invades the sky, I'm expecting, as the wee ghosts moan, The only witch I've ever known. More

Western Hills

A hill, out West, grows lanky and lean, No soft grass on it, no flabby green, Sun-tanned, wind-wrinkled, leather-skinned land, Tough and wiry as an More

Fall

Now is the drifting time when the leaves blossom, The sun of chrysanthemum in the soft blue sky. Slow dawn and hasty sunset seal the heavens. And a More

Swift Summer

Running with summer was a race Till, far from the familiar town, He comes upon an altered place Of green now turning, bronze to brown;  More

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