Where storytellers meet readers.

Walter Gray was altogether dissimilar from Jane Emory, but they were friends and in many respects intimate. Cara Linton was seen with Charles Wilton and Walter Gray, and Walter was pleased with...

In a sequestered district of the county of Limerick, there stood my early life, some forty years ago, a strong stone building, half castle, half farm-house. O'Mara turned upon Dwyer and gazed upon...

Mrs. Grove called from the door that opened towards the garden, but no answer came. She went to the foot of the stairs and called again, but there was no reply, so she went up stairs to looks for...

Captain and Big George stumbled onto the little camp in the early winter and ate three meals and more daily of bacon, beans, and baking-powder bread. As the two maintained their practice, the camp...

Rulledge said that it's easy to see what Wanhope does his high thinking on, and continued smoking his cigar. Minver ran after him, and Rulledge felt like another boy. Ormond saw the figure of Death...

The misadventures of a group of reluctant soldiers during the American civil war - in many ways, this story anticipates Catch 22.

I wept more bitterly, because my father had never seemed to love, and I learned that my sister was dead. When I reached the age of sixteen, my mother's plans began to develop, and we moved to...

The Captain was a tall man of about forty, with reddish-brown, stiff hair, and a Prussian aristocrat. He grew madly irritable and harsh and cruelly bullying his young soldier, using contempt and...

The junior partner of the firm of Sparlow & Kane was gazing meditatively out of the corner of their little shop in Dupont Street when Madame le Blank entered, complaining of a head injury. The...

Karswell has been pelting me with letters ever since he offered to show the school children magic-lantern slides. Mr Dunning was returning from the British Museum, and if you could find time to...

A tailor befriends a rich man, but loses everything to his greedy kin and dies poor, with only a riding-whip left.

Often cited as the first detective story. The genre arrives pretty much fully formed: a brilliant detective, the bumbing police officer and