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Collected Works of Edgar Allan Poe. Education Classic Literature Share this page on: Send to a Friend via Email Your suggestion is on its way! An email with a link to: was emailed to: Thanks for sharing About.com with others! Most Emailed Articles How Emotionally Intelligent Are You? See More About Read the works of Edgar Allan Poe. The Collected Works Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) Alone (1830) Al Aaraaf (1829) The Angel of the Odd--An Extravaganza (1850) Annabel Lee (1849) The Assignation (1834) The Balloon-Hoax (1850) The Bells (1849) Berenice (1835) The Black Cat (1843) Bon-Bon (1850) Bridal Ballad (1837) The Business Man (1850) The Cask of Amontillado (1846) The City In the Sea (1831) The Coliseum (1833) The Colloquy of Monos And Una (1850) The Conqueror Worm (1843) The Conversation of Eiros And Charmion (1850) Criticism (1850) A Descent Into the Maelstrom (1841) The Devil In the Belfry Diddling (1850) The Domain of Arnheim (1850) A Dream (1827) Dreamland (1844) Dreams (1827) Imitation.

The Waves - Virginia Woolf. Title: The Waves (1931) Author: Virginia Woolf * A Project Gutenberg of Australia eBook * eBook No.: 0201091h.html Edition: 1 Language: English Character set encoding: html Date first posted: December 2002 Date most recently updated: December 2002 This eBook was produced by: Don Lainson dlainson@sympatico.ca Project Gutenberg of Australia eBooks are created from printed editions which are in the public domain in Australia, unless a copyright notice is included. We do NOT keep any eBooks in compliance with a particular paper edition. Copyright laws are changing all over the world. Be sure to check the copyright laws for your country before downloading or redistributing this file. This eBook is made available at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever.

GO TO Project Gutenberg of Australia HOME PAGE by The sun had not yet risen. As they neared the shore each bar rose, heaped itself, broke and swept a thin veil of white water across the sand. 'Now they have all gone,' said Louis. Creepypasta.com. Creepypasta Index. Creepypasta Rankings. National Novel Writing Month. Short Story - The Egg. The Egg By: Andy Weir You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. And that’s when you met me. “What… what happened?” “You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. “There was a… a truck and it was skidding…” “Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?” “Yup. You looked around. “More or less,” I said. “Are you god?” “Yup,” I replied. “My kids… my wife,” you said. “What about them?” “Will they be all right?” “That’s what I like to see,” I said. You looked at me with fascination. “Don’t worry,” I said. “Oh,” you said. “Neither,” I said. “Ah,” you said. “All religions are right in their own way,” I said. You followed along as we strode through the void. “Nowhere in particular,” I said. “So what’s the point, then?” “Not so!” I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. “Oh lots. Lord Byron - Darkness. Lord Byron (1788 - 1824): I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day, And men forgot their passions in the dread Of this their desolation; and all hearts Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light: And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones, The palaces of crowned kings--the huts, The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed, And men were gathered round their blazing homes To look once more into each other's face; Happy were those who dwelt within the eye Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch: A fearful hope was all the world contain'd; Forests were set on fire--but hour by hour They fell and faded--and the crackling trunks Extinguish'd with a crash--and all was black.

Lord Byron: Dylan Thomas - The Visitor.