A sweet, young collie proves his loyalty and gains the trust of his grouchy owner.
Classic FictionMore Classic Fiction
“Sometimes,” he said, “a man shoots into a tree and brings down coon, sometimes bear, another time possum; this time, it so happened, a fellow man.”
“But habit, the much maligned, is kind as well as cruel; if it can accustom us to evil, so can it soften pain.”
“I believe that the world tends naturally to chaos and that we all have to make our daily — even hourly — contribution toward order.”
“Bessie had never enjoyed her birthdays, but after Henry’s death she tried not to notice them.”
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A young boy with autism faces off with the coyote that has been stealing pets in his small winter town.
“The mosquitoes were eating the crud out of me, but I would have sat there until I was nothing but bones.”
It wasn’t bad enough that their house caught fire last month — and twice in one day — but now the beloved family pet had gone missing, and on Derby Day of all days.
“I’d always wanted a daddy who spoke in pastel clouds instead of white-hot lightning.”
Fiction by Jack London
In this short story, a frivolous game turns deadly.
A wealthy city woman strikes up a surprising camaraderie with a late-night intruder, and they discover what lies beneath the surface of each person’s intentions.
A barn burner fight with a nimble fighter stands between an aging boxer and his prize money.
Old San Francisco, which is the San Francisco of only the other day, the day before the earthquake, was divided midway by the Slot. The Slot was an iron crack that ran along the center of Market Street, and from the Slot arose the burr of the ceaseless, endless cable that was hitched at will to the cars it dragged up and down.