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At first glance it looked like a Wang word processorit had a Wang keyboard and a Wang casing. It was only on second glance that Richard Hagstrom saw that the casing had been split open (and not gently, either; it looked to him as if the job had been
Chapter II. IN the brightness of the wintry sun next morning as it streamed over the breakfast table Herbert laughed at his fears. There was an air of prosaic wholesomeness about the room which it had lacked on the previous night, and the dirty, shri
The Red Death had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal --the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at th
She got the boy breathing and ended up with more puke on her face, on Rainer's jacket, in her hair. His pulse was thready but there. She turned to the swimmer and saw that he was a muscular surfer dude in board shorts with a couple of bitchun tatts a
1. Nice networks don't go down It was unthinkable that the invisible ants that governed all human endeavor should catastrophically fail, but fail they did, catastrophically, on the occasion of Trish's eighth date with Rainer. It took nineteen seconds
The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe 埃德加爱伦坡短篇小说《泄密的心》 Today we present the short story The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe. Here is Shep O'Neal with the story. True! Nervous -- very, very nervous I had been and am
Pigs Is Pigs by Ellis Parker Butler 英语短篇小说:艾利斯帕克巴特勒《猪就是猪》 Our story today is called Pigs is Pigs. It was written by Ellis Parker Butler. Mike Flannery, the agent of the Interurban Express Company, leaned over t
I was sleeping with my brothers, Tanglefoot and PeeWee. We were warm and cozy, snuggling under the snow. Mama was sleeping nearby, and Aunt Fang and our older brother Robert, all covered by mounds of snow. Papa was somewhere nearby, watching over us.
SHE sat at the window watching the evening invade the avenue. Her head was leaned against the window curtains and in her nostrils was the odour of dusty cretonne. She was tired. Few people passed. The man out of the last house passed on his way home;
Virginia grew quite grave, and her little lips trembled like rose-leaves. She came towards him, and kneeling down at his side, looked up into his old withered face. Poor, poor Ghost, she murmured; have you no place where you can sleep? Far away beyon
CHAPTER III When Lord Arthur woke it was twelve oclock, and the midday sun was streaming through the ivorysilk curtains of his room. He got up and looked out of the window. A dim haze of heat was hanging over the great city, and the roofs of the hous
Aunt Trudy recovered her savoir-faire almost as soon as the watercolor was back in the trunk. They talked about Kinnells mother (Pasadena), his sister (Baton Rouge), and his ex-wife, Sally (Nashua). Sally was a space-case who ran an animal shelter ou
In the high lands, people spend words as if they were golden coins. But the custom is strong there: strangers who ask for hospitality must be granted it, though you have a blood feud against them and their clan or kind. The womanlittle more than a gi
The rope held, and the rock beside me held. Calum MacInnes dangled from the end of the rope. He looked up at me, and I sighed, anchored myself by a slab of crag, and I wound and pulled him up and up. I hauled him back onto the path, dripping and curs
When the sun was up, I entered the cave. It was damp in there. I could hear water running down one wall, and I felt a wind on my face, which was strange, because there was no wind inside the mountain. In my mind, the cave would be filled with gold. B
Mr. McCauley would be upset when she left because shed given good service and it would be hard to replace her, but that would be all he thought about. Both he and his granddaughter were spoiled and self-centered. As for the neighbors, they would no d
Quite a decent-looking car, a Plymouth, was parked outside this hotel. It was very dirty, but how could you help that, with these roads? There were signs on the door advertising a brand of cigarettes, and of beer. She waited till the truck had turned
It was not until after their simple evening meal, when they were sitting in the oak-benched living-room with the windows thrown open to let in the sweet night air scented with the perfume of the mauve and white stocks outside, that Alix remembered th
Italo waved his left hand and the irritating drumming stopped. He took a long breath and closed his eyes. When I saw him standing tensely on the little wooden platform, wearing his glittering costume, almost touching the canvas ceiling of the tent, e
I reported this trial simply for my own amusement, one idle day last week, and without expecting to publish any portion of it - but I have seen the facts in the case so distorted and misrepresented in the daily papers that I feel it my duty to come f