Found 383 results for "Runaways in fiction"
The Runaway Bunny
by Margaret Wise Brown
Habia una vez on conejito que se queria ir de casa.
Runaway Ralph
by Beverly Cleary
The small brown mouse named Ralph who was hiding under the grandfather clock did not have much longer to wait before he ...
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
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...
Lady Chatterley's Lover
by D. H. Lawrence
OURS is essentially a tragic age but we refuse emphatically to be tragic about it.
Great Expectations
by Charles Dickens
MY FATHER'S FAMILY NAME being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing lo...
All's Well That Ends Well
by William Shakespeare
Names: in adopting Helen rather than the usual Helena, I follow the preference revealed in the Folio text, in which Hele...
Tom Sawyer, Detective
by Mark Twain
Well, it was the next spring after me and Tom Sawyer set our old nigger Jim free, the time he was chained up for a runaw...
On the Banks of Plum Creek
by Laura Ingalls Wilder
The dim wagon track went no farther on the prairie, and Pa stopped the horses.
The Boxcar Children
by Gertrude Chandler Warner
ONE WARM NIGHT four children stood in front of a bakery.
Nine Stories
by J. D. Salinger
There were ninety-seven New York advertising men in the hotel, and, the way they were monopolizing the long-distance lin...
The Partner
by John Grisham
They found him in Ponta Porã, a pleasant little town in Brazil, on the border of Paraguay, in a land still known as the ...
Novels (Adventures of Huckleberry Finn / Adventures of Tom S...
by Mark Twain
"Tom!" No answer. "Tom!" No answer. "What's gone with that boy, I wonder? You, TOM!"
Julie of the Wolves
by Jean Craighead George
MIYAX PUSHED BACK THE HOOD OF HER SEALSKIN parka and looked at the Arctic sun.
海辺のカフカ
by 村上春樹
«Com que então estás safo em matéria de dinheiro, não é?», diz o rapaz chamado Corvo na voz monótona do costume.
Rose Madder
by Stephen King
It was fourteen years of hell, all told, but she hardly knew it.