When he decided to pursue his writing full-time, this is a letter Sherwood Anderson wrote to his boss, Bayard Barton, at Advertisting Ag...

The story came to me from a woman met on a train. The car was crowded and I took the seat beside her. There was a man in the offing wh...

Mary Cochran went out of the rooms where she lived with her father, Doctor Lester Cochran, at seven o'clock on a Sunday evening. I...

"I am in love with my wife," he said--a superfluous remark, as I had not questioned his attachment to the woman he had marri...

Her name was Elsie Leander and her girlhood was spent on her father's farm in Vermont. For several generations the Leanders had al...

Napoleon went down into a battle riding on a horse. Alexander went down into a battle riding on a horse. General Grant got off a horse a...

My father was, I am sure, intended by nature to be a cheerful, kindly man. Until he was thirty-four years old he worked as a farm-hand...

There is a story.--I cannot tell it.--I have no words. The story is almost forgotten but sometimes I remember. The story concerns ...

Winifred Walker understood some things clearly enough. She understood that when a man is put behind iron bars he is in prison. Marriag...

He was an old man and he sat on the steps of the railroad station in a small Kentucky town. A well dressed man, some traveler from...

He was a small man with a beard and was very nervous. I remember how the cords of his neck were drawn taut. For years he had been ...

Below the hill there was a swamp in which cattails grew. The wind rustled the dry leaves of a walnut tree that grew on top of the hill...

We got up at four in the morning, that first day in the east. On the evening before we had climbed off a freight train at the edge of ...

I am at my house in the country and it is late October. It rains. Back of my house is a forest and in front there is a road and beyond...