PDF Books in Short Stories 5u616b
Ella Higginson 236259
From the Land of the Snow-Pearls is a collection of short stories written by Ella Higginson.The Flower that Grew in the SandEsther’s “Fourth”The Blow-out at Jenkins’s GroceryThe Takin’ in of Old Mis’ LaneThe Maneuvering of Mrs. SybertA Point of Knuckling-DownThe Cuttin’-Out of Bart WinnZareldaIn the Bitter Root MountainsPatience Appleby’s Confessin.. 5a4y3z
Nathaniel Hawthorne 62w3t
In colonial days is a collection of short stories of colonial days written by Nathaniel Hawthorne, an American novelist, dark romantic, and short story writer. His works often focus on history, morality, and religion.The Province House is constructed of brick, which seems recently to have been overlaid with a coat of light-colored paint. A flight o..
Stephen Marlowe 554x5e
The frogs fell on him. They seemed to be concentrated most heavily in the center of the cone, and a good percentage of them landed on him—mostly on his head—and then bounced off to fall on the sand. George didn't like it.He moved. He got up off the sand and ran half a dozen paces closer to the surf, but he still felt the little red frogs striking h..
Poul Anderson 5v3755
A face floated through the swirling mist. It was not human, but it was very beautiful, and it was blind. He looked away as it mouthed voiceless murmurs at him.Somewhere a crystal tree was chiming, a delicate pizzicato of glass-like leaves vibrating against each other. The man listened to it and to the low muttering of the earth, for those at least ..
Hal Annas 5d3535
Cornith glanced round the large room. His brown eyes came to rest on a model of an early Martian rocket ship. He studied it for a space, mentally seeing its interior and its outmoded atomic drive. It reminded him that he should get back to the laboratory and check on those ray-collector tests. This business of dickering over specifications for a wi..
Henry Farrell 6j733b
The bombs ticked—in remote places—behind locked and guarded doors. The bombs ticked, and the terrible sound was distinct in the farthest corners of the world—wherever a man picked up a newspaper, turned on a radio—or paused to listen to the beating of his own heart. A Bomb ... H Bomb ... X Bomb—the bombs ticked louder and louder with the growing ho..
Randall Garrett 4cr5g
Marten wasn't prepared for it when the alien tractor-beam grabbed his little ship. He had been in the Fourth Quadrant of Fless territory, threading an uneasy course through the extraterrestrials' home grounds, but he hadn't expected to be caught so suddenly or so hard. The ship stopped in mid-flight abruptly—so abruptly that Marten's head was slamm..
Richard Edward Connell 302b5r
Every night he conversed intimately with Napoleon; with Marat and his fellow revolutionists; with Carpentier and Cæsar; with Victor Hugo and Lloyd George; with Foch and with Bigarre, the Apache murderer whose unfortunate penchant for making ladies into curry led him to the guillotine; with Louis XVI and with Madame Lablanche, who poisoned eleven hu..