Found 1,735 results for "Fantasy - Contemporary"
by Kate Chopin
A green and yellow parrot, which hung in a cage outside the door, kept repeating over and over: "Allez vous-en! Allez vo...
by Edith Nesbit
There were three of them-Jerry, Jimmy, and Kathleen. Of course, Jerry's name was Gerald, and not Jeremiah, whatever you ...
by Joseph Conrad
The bell, hung on the door by means of a curved ribbon of steel, was difficult to circumvent.
by Bram Stoker
3 May. Bistritz. - Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at...
by Franz Kafka
A literary classic is a work of the highest excellence that has something important to say about life and/or the human c...
by Henry James
The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless, but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome, as o...
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
MRS. RACHEL LYNDE lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladie...
by George Orwell
Nous sommes à la ferme, à la tombée de la nuit, alors que M.Jones vient de rentrer du pub. Il est ce soir bien trop émé...
by Jane Austen
Jane Austen was born on December 16, 1775, in the year before the American Declaration of Independence, and she died on ...
by William Shakespeare
Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, with swords and bucklers.
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
A THRONG of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats intermixed with women, some wearing hood...
by Mary Shelley
In the introduction to the 1831 edition of Frankenstein, Mary Shelley presents herself as "the daughter of two persons o...
by Jane Austen
THE family of Dashwood had been long settled in Sussex.
by Philip Pullman
Will tugged at his mother's hand and said, "Come on, come on..."
by Mark Twain
YOU DON'T know about me, without you have read a book by the name of "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer," but that ain't no m...
by Robert Louis Stevenson
SQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Doctor Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars ab...
by L. Frank Baum
The wind blew hard and joggled the water of the ocean, sending ripples across its surface.
by H. Rider Haggard
It is a curious thing that at my age-fifty-five last birthday-I should find myself taking up a pen to try and write a hi...