Short story index 1955-58: Short Story Index 1955-58 by William Patterson Atkinson | Comprehensive Index of Short StoriesPrabhat Prakashan, 01/01/1955 - 58 من الصفحات Short story index 1955-58 by William Patterson Atkinson: Short story Index 1955-58, compiled by William Patterson Atkinson, is a valuable resource for literature enthusiasts, scholars, and researchers. This index provides a comprehensive listing of short stories published between 1955 and 1958, allowing readers to explore the literary landscape of that period. With an extensive range of authors and genres covered, the index serves as a gateway to discovering and analyzing short stories from that specific timeframe, facilitating deeper insights into the literary trends and themes of the era. Author and Genre Diversity: Short story index 1955-58 includes works from various authors and spans multiple genres, offering a diverse collection for exploration and analysis. Research Tool: As a reference resource, an index is a valuable tool for scholars, researchers, and readers interested in studying the short stories of the mid-20th century, enabling them to delve into specific themes, authors, or literary trends of the time. |
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... began to write about the way stories should be composed, as is seen in Aristotle's statement that a story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Definitions were made and the elements named. In the fullness of time story-telling ...
... began to throw their long blue shadows over the valleys; he saw that it would be dark long before he could reach the village, and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of encountering the terrors of Dame Van Winkle. As he was about to ...
... began to doubt whether both he and the world around him were not bewitched. Surely this was his native village, which he had left but the day before. There stood the Kaatskill mountains—there ran the silver Hudson at a distance—there ...
... every thing's changed, and I'm changed, and I can't tell what's my name, or who I am!” The by-standers began now to look at each other, nod, wink significantly, and tap their fingers against their foreheads. There was.
... began to cry. “Hush, Rip,” cried she, “hush, you little fool; the old man won't hurt you.” The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. “What is your name, my ...