“I think one of the things we are apt to forget about rich people is what a good time they have.”
Classic FictionMore Classic Fiction
“Sometimes it is the face of a woman known long ago; sometimes a high adventure, war or perilous voyaging undertaken in the day when youth was not made irritable by discomfort or anxious by danger; but always to every man there is one vision that is a nucleus for dreams.”
“The trouble with Christianity is that it has never been tried.”
To those who know they have no solution of the universe yet hope for the best and live for it.
Contemporary FictionMore Contemporary Fiction
Terminally ill Grace is determined to find some way to help the communities harmed by a hurricane and drags her sister Merrill along for a wild adventure.
He would never sit around waiting for someone to die, but his three daughters find themselves doing just that, waiting at his deathbed, trying to make sense of his past and their future.
To us, it’s just a Mello Yello, but to nine-year-old Joey, it is the most important thing in the world. And to his grandmother, it’s an opportunity.
Haunted by the loss of his brother, Carl yearns to leave behind the family farm and follow his own customs.
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.