English stories and books

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Edgar Allan Poe. The Cask of Amontillado The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge.
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Alissa is reading. Her father calls to her. ‘Alissa! Alissa!’ Alissa runs to the door. There is a car outside the house. Her father is talking to a fat man. ‘This is Alissa.
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As it happens, I have a friend who hints, sometimes, that he can call up spirits from the vasty deep. Or at least one spirit—a tiny one, with strictly limited powers.
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Mark Twain. The Awful German Language A little learning makes the whole world kin.
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The Time Machine, by H. G. Wells [1898] I The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us.
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Read online One Night of Song by Issac Asimov As it happens, I have a friend who hints, sometimes, that he can call up spirits from the vasty deep.
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David Garnett. Lady into fox Wonderful or supernatural events are not so uncommon, rather they are irregular in their incidence.
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“I won’t, I won’t, I won’t. He’s a greedy glutton and I won’t take him to the party,” said Leeladidi* stamping her feet as she stormed out of the room.
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Father Rebello sat in his study, his vast bulk filling the roomy revolving chair. ‘Swish, swish’, went his pen as he wrote. Tick-tock went the clock on top of the bookshelf.
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THE GRAND INQUISITOR By Feodor Dostoevsky (Translation by H.P.
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William Gibson. Fragments of A Hologram Rose That summer Parker had trouble sleeping.
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THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK an Agony in Eight Fits by Lewis Carroll PREFACE If – and the thing is wildly possible – the charge of writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief but
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Charles Dickens. DOCTOR MARIGOLD I am a Cheap Jack, and my own father’s name was Willum Marigold.
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“You good for nothing fellow!” one slap. “You naughty boy!” another slap. “You rascal!” a shower of slaps. I could see stars dancing at midday!
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WE are travelling to Paris to the Exhibition. Now we are there. That was a journey, a flight without magic. We flew on the wings of steam over the sea and across the land.
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