Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.
Every Who / Down in Who-ville / Liked Christmas a lot...
Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table.
Precisely three hundred and forty-eight years, six months, and nineteen days ago Paris was awakened by the sound of the pealing of all the bells...
When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim's warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress.
The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.
This is the story of an adventure that happened in Narnia and Calormen and the lands between...
We slept in what had once been the gymnasium. The floor was of varnished wood, with stripes and circles painted on it, for the games that were formerly played there...
In the land of Ingary, where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of invisibility really exist, it is quite a misfortune to be born the eldest of three.
Captain First Rank Marko Ramius of the Soviet Navy was dressed for the Arctic conditions normal to the Northern Fleet submarine base at Polyarnyy.
The villagers of Little Hangleton still called it 'the Riddle House,' even though it had been many years since the Riddle family had lived there.
Mae Mobley was born on a early Sunday morning in August, 1960. A church baby we like to call it.
There is no lake at Camp Green Lake.
My desert-island, all-time, top five most memorable split-ups, in chronological order:
Long ago, on the wild and windy isle of Berk, a smallish Viking with a longish name stood up to his ankles in snow.
'Now, what I want is, Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts.'
Selden paused in surprise. In the afternoon rush of the Grand Central Station his eyes had been refreshed by the sight of Miss Lily Bart.
In the town there were two mutes, and they were always together.
No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream.
There was death at its beginning as there would be death again at its end.
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