The Evil Eye

The Evil Eye

Mary ShelleyAug 6, 2020
Reading Time: 26 minutes The Moreot, Katusthius Ziani, travelled wearily, and in fear of its robber-inhabitants, through the pashalik of Yannina; yet he had no cause for dread.
Silence

Silence

Edgar Allen PoeAug 5, 2020
Reading Time: 5 minutes “Listen to me,” said the Demon as he placed his hand upon my head. “The region of which I speak is a dreary region in Libya, by the borders of the river Zaire. And there is no quiet there, nor silence.”
The Star

The Star

HG WellsAug 3, 2020
Reading Time: 15 minutes It was on the first day of the new year that the announcement was made, almost simultaneously from three observatories, that the motion of the planet Neptune, the outermost of all the planets that wheel about the sun, had become very erratic. Ogilvy had already called attention to a suspected retardation in its velocity in December.
The Crystal Egg

The Crystal Egg

HG WellsAug 3, 2020
Reading Time: 23 minutes There was, until a year ago, a little and very grimy-looking shop near Seven Dials, over which, in weather-worn yellow lettering, the name of “C. Cave, Naturalist and Dealer in Antiquities,” was inscribed. The contents of its window were curiously variegated.
A Story of the Stone Age

A Story of the Stone Age

HG WellsAug 3, 2020
Reading Time: 75 minutes This story is of a time beyond the memory of man, before the beginning of history, a time when one might have walked dryshod from France (as we call it now) to England, and when a broad and sluggish Thames flowed through its marshes to meet its father Rhine, flowing through a wide and level country that is under water in these latter days, and which we know by the name of the North Sea.
A Story of the Days to Come

A Story of the Days to Come

HG WellsAug 3, 2020
Reading Time: 107 minutes This story is of a time beyond the memory of man, before the beginning of history, a time when one might have walked dryshod from France (as we call it now) to England, and when a broad and sluggish Thames flowed through its marshes to meet its father Rhine, flowing through a wide and level country that is under water in these latter days, and which we know by the name of the North Sea.
The Man Who Could Work Miracles

The Man Who Could Work Miracles

HG WellsAug 3, 2020
Reading Time: 22 minutes His name was George McWhirter Fotheringay—not the sort of name by any means to lead to any expectation of miracles—and he was clerk at Gomshott’s. He was greatly addicted to assertive argument. It was while he was asserting the impossibility of miracles that he had his first intimation of his extraordinary powers.

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