0   38 readings 3 min
"Amy!"
Mrs. Grove called from the door that opened towards the garden. But no answer came. The sun had set half an hour before, and his parting rays were faintly tinging with gold and purple, ... [+]

1   44 readings 1 min
I am tired. At the end of these years I am very tired. I have been studying in books the languages of the living and those we call dead. Early in the fresh morning I have studied in books, and ... [+]

0   158 readings 8 min
 Stream of Consciousness   20th Century  
North Richmond Street, being blind, was a quiet street except at the hour when the Christian Brothers' School set the boys free. An uninhabited house of two storeys stood at the blind end, detached ... [+]

1   28 readings 2 min
The snake reporter of The Rolling Stone was wandering up the avenue last night on his way home from the Y.M.C.A. rooms when he was approached by a gaunt, hungry-looking man with wild eyes and ... [+]

0   53 readings 1 min
Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,

And lived in a small house near a fashionable ... [+]

0   13 readings 1 min
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is ... [+]

0   23 readings 2 min
When age fell upon the world, and wonder went out of the minds of men; when grey cities reared to smoky skies tall towers grim and ugly, in whose shadow none might dream of the sun or of ... [+]

0   106 readings 21 min
 Victorian Literature   19th Century  
I told my story when I was taken, and no one would listen to me. Then I told it again at the trial–the whole thing absolutely as it happened, without so much as a word added. I set it all out truly,... [+]

1   107 readings 25 min
 Lost Generation   20th Century  
I

"And where's Mr. Campbell?" Charlie asked.
"Gone to Switzerland. Mr. Campbell's a pretty sick man, Mr. Wales."
"I'm sorry to hear that. And George Hardt?" Charlie inquired.
"Back in America,... [+]