Our Writer's Journey with Charlene Gibb


Short Stories

A Wicked Woman by Jack London

Jack London         It was because she had broken with Billy that Loretta had come visiting to Santa Clara. Billy could not understand. His sister had reported that he had walked the floor and cried all night. Loretta had not slept… Continue reading →

Dracula’s Guest by Bram Stoker

Bram Stoker         When we started for our drive the sun was shining brightly on Munich, and the air was full of the joyousness of early summer. Just as we were about to depart, Herr Delbruck (the… Continue reading →

The Pit and the Pendulum by Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe           I was sick — sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that my senses were leaving me…. Continue reading →

Rip Van Winkle by Washington Irving

Washington Irving            WHOEVER has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Kaatskill mountains. They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to… Continue reading →

Train by Alice Munro

Alice Munro         Download Pdf Read Online This is a slow train anyway, and it has slowed some more for the curve. Jackson is the only passenger left, and the next stop is about twenty miles ahead…. Continue reading →

A Rose for Emily by William Faulkner

William Faulkner                 I WHEN Miss Emily Grierson died, our whole town went to her funeral: the men through a sort of respectful affection for a fallen monument, the women mostly out of… Continue reading →

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