The Red Room
  • By H. G. Wells
  • Publisher: Interactive Media

An unnamed protagonist chooses to spend the night in an allegedly haunted room in Lorraine Castle. He intends to disprove the legends surrounding it. Despite vague warnings from...

A Slip Under The Microscope
  • By H. G. Wells
  • Publisher: Interactive Media

Outside the laboratory windows was a watery-grey fog, and within a close warmth and the yellow light of the green-shaded gas lamps that stood two to each table down its narrow...

Miss Winchelsea's Heart
  • By H. G. Wells
  • Publisher: Interactive Media

Miss Winchelsea was going to Rome. The matter had filled her mind for a month or more, and had overflowed so abundantly into her conversation that quite a number of people who...

Under The Knife
  • By H. G. Wells
  • Publisher: Interactive Media

What if I die under it? The thought recurred again and again, as I walked home from Haddon’s. It was a purely personal question. I was spared the deep anxieties of a married...

The Empire Of The Ants
  • By H. G. Wells
  • Publisher: Interactive Media

When Captain Gerilleau received instructions to take his new gunboat, the Benjamin Constant, to Badama on the Batemo arm of the Guaramadema and there assist the inhabitants...

The Triumphs Of A Taxidermist
  • By H. G. Wells
  • Publisher: Interactive Media

Here are some of the secrets of taxidermy. They were told me by the taxidermist in a mood of elation. He told me them in the time between the first glass of whisky and the fourth,...

Jimmy Goggles The God
  • By H. G. Wells
  • Publisher: Interactive Media

It isn't every one who's been a god,' said the sunburnt man. 'But it's happened to me—among other things.'

The Moth
  • By H. G. Wells
  • Publisher: Interactive Media

Probably you have heard of Hapley—not W. T. Hapley, the son, but the celebrated Hapley, the Hapley of Periplaneta Hapliia, Hapley the entomologist. If so you know at least of...

The Truth About Pyecraft
  • By H. G. Wells
  • Publisher: Interactive Media

I made the acquaintance of Pyecraft in this very smoking-room. I was a young, nervous new member, and he saw it. I was sitting all alone, wishing I knew more of the members, and...

The Purple Pileus
  • By H. G. Wells
  • Publisher: Interactive Media

He was a pale-faced little man, with dark eyes and a fine and very black moustache. He had a very stiff, upright collar slightly frayed, that gave him an illusory double chin, and...

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