短篇小说 | William Wilson

2020年3月3日

"You have conquered, and I yield. Yet, henceforward art thou also dead -- dead to the World, to Heaven and to Hope! In me didst thou exist -- and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou hast murdered thyself."

短篇小说 | The Recovery

2020年3月3日

She was a woman of thirty-five, possessing something of youthfulness. It was not the bloom, the softness, nor delicacy of coloring which had once been hers; those were all gone.

短篇小说 | He Also Serves

2020年3月2日

If I could have a thousand years--just one little thousand years--more of life, I might, in that time, draw near enough to true Romance to touch the hem of her robe.

短篇小说 | The Locket

2020年3月2日

One night in autumn a few men were gathered about a fire on the slope of a hill. They belonged to a small detachment of Confederate forces and were awaiting orders to march.

短篇小说 | Georgia's Ruling

2020年3月1日

If you should chance to visit the General Land Office, step into the draughtsmen's room and ask to be shown the map of Salado County.