Found 145 results for "Small cities in fiction"
by John Bunyan
When at the first I took my Pen in hand, / Thus for to write; I did not understand / That I at all should make a little ...
by Charles Dickens
THE first ray of light which illumines the gloom, and converts into a dazzling brilliancy that obscurity in which the ea...
by Spyri, Johanna
IN a small Swiss town in the shadow of the mountains is a path that leads, straight and steep, into the Alps.
by Emily Brontë
1801 - I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.
by Charles Dickens, Groth
MOST PEOPLE in the publishing and education industries agree that there are some books that everyone should read.
by Arthur Conan Doyle
IN THE YEAR 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go throu...
by Alexandre Dumas, Auguste Maquet
Le premier lundi du mois d’avril 1625, le bourg de Meung, où naquit l’auteur du Roman de la Rose, semblait être da...
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 Charles Dickens
Among other public buildings in a certain town which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and...
by Carlo Collodi
How it happened that Mr Cherry, the carpenter, found a piece of wood that laughed and cried like a child
by Jane Austen
IT IS A TRUTH universally acknowledge, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
by Fernando Pessoa
Nasci num tempo em que a maioria dos jovens tinham perdido a crença em Deus, pela mesma razão que os seus maiores a tinh...
by Charles Dickens, Mary Sebag-Montefiore
THIRTY years ago, Marseilles lay burning in the sun, one day.
by John Fowles
AN easterly is the most disagreeable wind in Lyme Bay- Lyme Bay being that largest bite from the underside of England's ...
by Stephen King
The town of Candleton was a poisoned and irradiated ruin, but not dead; after all the centuries it still twitched with t...
by Theodore Dreiser
When Caroline Meeber boarded the afternoon train for Chicago, her total outfit consisted of a small trunk, a cheap imita...