“Not a muscle of her face quivered. Her mouth didn’t even twitch at the corners. But two tears welled into her motherly gray eyes, trickled unheeded down her cheeks.”
Classic FictionMore Classic Fiction
“At that very instant, from far off, where the Medea sailed among the other dories, there came the wail of her horn, three times howling the danger signal: Cut! Cut all gear!”
He knew, on the one hand, that she was a skillful actress, fully capable of portraying any emotion she chose; on the other hand, he realized that it would be exceedingly difficult for anyone who was fabricating what had happened at that interview to simulate such an emotion.
“Sometimes she’d wake up and see him by the window, and she’d know he was wanting to be gone…”
Contemporary FictionMore Contemporary Fiction
The public pool is no place for a girl whose body is still a work in progress. Especially when the Buchanan boys are here.
Young Jack looks to his father for answers about his mother’s strange behavior.
Endrick hoped to uncover precious jewels. The last thing he expected was to learn the fate of the last man his employer had sent down the shaft.
A woman recalls a summer in France, where she discovered a sweetness she’s never forgotten.
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.