Author: Unknown UnknownPublisher: Litres
ISBN: 5041705674
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 34
Book Description
The Old Castle and Other Stories
Author: AnonymousPublisher: Good Press
ISBN:
Category : Literary Collections
Languages : en
Pages : 33
Book Description
In 'The Old Castle and Other Stories' by Anonymous, readers are transported to a world of mystery and intrigue through a collection of haunting and atmospheric tales. The book showcases the author's ability to create vivid settings and complex characters, drawing readers in with its rich language and atmospheric descriptions. As a work of Gothic fiction, the stories are filled with dark themes of betrayal, revenge, and the supernatural, making for a captivating and immersive reading experience. Anonymous utilizes elements of foreshadowing and symbolism to create a sense of unease, keeping readers on edge until the chilling conclusion of each story. The literary style of the book is reminiscent of classic Gothic literature, with a modern twist that will appeal to fans of the genre. Anonymous' decision to write 'The Old Castle and Other Stories' may have been influenced by a fascination with the supernatural or a desire to explore themes of morality and human nature. The author's anonymity adds an air of mystery to the collection, inviting readers to speculate about the motivations behind the stories. Readers who enjoy atmospheric and suspenseful fiction will find this book to be a captivating read that will linger in their minds long after they have finished the last page.
The Old Castle and Other Stories
Author: Unknown UnknownPublisher: Litres
ISBN: 5041705674
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 34
Book Description
An Unshared Secret, and Other Stories
Author: Florence MontgomeryThe Christian
Author: Bookseller and the Stationery Trades' Journal
Author: Reno (by the) in the Lake and Other Stories
Author: Jim HartmanPublisher: Xlibris Corporation
ISBN: 1450060277
Category : Biography & Autobiography
Languages : en
Pages : 164
Book Description
I guess, in truth, “Reno by the/in the Lake” is my “Autobiography Light.” The material is indeed autobiographical in that little has been gleaned from any outside source and it is definitely light both in serious content and the serious nature often portrayed by an autobiography. So read on just for fun. Reno Beach was a magical place in the 1920s, ’30s, ’40s and ’50s, a resort town that never really quite reached its prime. It had, however attained great stature in the hearts and minds of all it entertained, especially in the imagination of a young boy who could see adventure, even in the smallest buttonhole or banal blemish. In his mind a vegetable garden became a wilderness plantation. An overturned rowboat became a fortress, a pirate’s treasure cave or a magician’s maudlin mansion. A willow tree only recently uprooted by the wind and waves of an angry possessive lake trying desperately to reclaim its own; this became the perfect home for “Tarzan (Jimmie) of the Apes.” The fact that I’m even writing this book belies the fact that the place and that little boy still live, if only in my imagination. The stories you’re about to read are about that small waterfront community just east of Toledo Ohio on the western end of Lake Erie and how it’s life; death and frequent revitalizations affected the life of one small boy, namely me. The stories are absolutely true except as altered by an aging memory, wishful thinking and delusions of grandeur, not necessarily in that order, and they represent some of the very best days of my life. I’ve been told that it’s good to share your very best. I hope you enjoy reading my stories nearly as much as I enjoyed living them. The writing’s been fun too. Some names and places may have been altered to protect the innocent and/or the guilty, but not many. Some may also be changed just because I’ve forgotten or don’t really know what I’m talking about. Please forgive me. Many may recognize themselves, a friend or family member in some of these stories and each one probably deserves whatever treatment or attention they received, either good or bad. This book is intended to be a “Bathroom Book.” This is not a negative. For those unable to grasp this creative terminology I provide the following explanation in the form of a prescription: Take in small doses. Continuous exposure could be hazardous to your health and could lead to an abrasive situation requiring an immediate application of Preparation “H.” This does not imply that either you the reader or the writer is full of . . . Anything. Should you disapprove of any of the material in this book please feel free to remove the offending pages and put them to better use right there in the “Reading Room” solving the problems of the moment. I’m sure you understand. Enjoy. Life is short. Don’t waste it on seriousness.
The Methodist Temperance Magazine
Author: George MaunderThe Bookseller
Author: Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Bibliography
Languages : en
Pages : 1580
Book Description
Official organ of the book trade of the United Kingdom.
The Sword and the trowel; ed. by C.H. Spurgeon
Author: London metrop. tabernaclePublisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 666
Book Description
The Grateful Indian and other Stories
Author: William Henry Giles KingstonPublisher: Library of Alexandria
ISBN: 1465596151
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 294
Book Description
There are different tribes. Some are called Crees, others Ojibways or Salteaux, and these are constantly at war with the Sioux to the south, chiefly found across the United States boundary. There are also found on the prairies Assiniboines, Blackfeet, Bloodies, and others with scarcely more attractive names. All these people were at that time sunk in the most abject state of heathenism, and were constantly at war with each other. They were clothed chiefly in skins made into leather, ornamented with feathers and stained grass and beads. The tents of the prairie Indians were of skins, and those of the Indians who inhabit the woods of birch bark. Many had rifles, but others were armed only with bows and spears, and the dreadful scalping-knife. Of these people the Sioux bore the worst character, and were the great enemies of the half-bred population of the settlements. These halfbreds, as they are called, are descended from white fathers and Indian mothers. There are some thousands of them in the settlements, and they live chiefly by hunting and fishing, and retain many Indian customs and habits of life. Such was the strangely mixed community among whom we found ourselves. The autumn was coming on, and the days were shortening, but the weather was very fineÑsharp frosts at night, though warm enough, yet bracing, with a bright sky and pure atmosphere during the day. Sometimes a light silvery mist or haze hung over the landscape. Such is the Indian summer, the most delightful period of the year in North America. The dayÕs work was over, and while my brother and I were preparing the table, and Sam Dawes was cooking the supper, we were startled by a loud and peculiar shout, or rather shriek. Our father, who had been sitting reading, started up, and taking his rifle from the wall, turned to the door. Sam, quitting his frying-pan, also took down his rifle and followed with us. In the distance was an Indian decked with war paint and feathers bounding over the ground towards us, while further off were five or six more, as if in hot pursuit of the first.