fiction

James was born in the heart of a land of legendary rivers

This is the story of how mates were chosen for all the marriageable young men and women

It was still dark when Orville Prescott awakened in the gloomy

The Winter sun slanted through the window and bounced off

You've simply got to get away for a bit.

It was not until he saw her legs, obscene with straggling black hair and the purple knots of varicose veins, that Don realized she was there.

She wondered if the principal had finished running off her day's worksheets.

Mohr the blacksmith, Hermann Mohr's father, lived at the corner of bath Street in a queer, old, rather, sombre-looking house with a steep little pavement running up to it, and then a few steps of red sandstone.

The little car shot along quietly but swiftly behind its converging headlight beams.

When the hands on his watch were exactly perpendicular, he would give her the medicine.