Summer Guests
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：562 作者： 未知
简介：All through that Saturday night, rain drummed down mercilessly and unseasonably on Sweetwater Beach. Thunder pealed and lightning flared. In between, Mel Armstrong heard the steady boom of the Pacific...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：562 作者： 未知
简介：All through that Saturday night, rain drummed down mercilessly and unseasonably on Sweetwater Beach. Thunder pealed and lightning flared. In between, Mel Armstrong heard the steady boom of the Pacific...
类别：儿童英文小说 点击次数：562 作者： 未知
简介：That human art in which it is most difficult to achieve this end (and in which it is far easier to neglect it than in any other) is the art of writing. Yet this much is certain, that unconstructed wri...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：561 作者： 未知
简介：The papers collected here under the name of 'My Literary Passions' were printed serially in a periodical of such vast circulation that they might well have been supposed to have found there all the ac...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：561 作者： 未知
简介：There was once a little Kid whose growing horns made him think he was a grown-up Billy Goat and able to take care of himself. So one evening when the flock started home from the pasture and his mother...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：561 作者： 未知
简介：Is there anything you want to make disappear? Clarence Willoughby asked his mother....
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：560 作者： 未知
简介：The history of the Utah Batteries should be a plain tale, for deeds of valor cannot be garnished by the flower of rhetoric or the pomp of oratory. This is a simple story of brave deeds. The stern brow...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：560 作者： 未知
简介：In so far as the collection of information is concerned, the advantages of travel may often be over-stated. So much has been written, so many facts are upon record about every country, even the most r...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：560 作者： 未知
简介：Sure enough, a lurid, red sun was setting in a bank of heavy, black clouds, which had already obscured his lower half, and the surface of which was flecked with little, white, fleecy dots, moving rapi...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：560 作者： 未知
简介：The afternoon was wearing out, and I began to think of home and tea. I stopped working, straightened my back, ran moist fingers through my hair, and sat down on the log. The axe went tumbling to the g...