Have you resolved to read more during this year?  Here is a good start! The stories you want, the authors you love.  In the AnthologyBuilder database, Classics are public domain stories, many of which have come from Project Gutenberg. A share of the proceeds from the anthologies containing these stories is donated back to the project. Several editors have chosen classics to include in their compiled anthologies. Here are but three to pique your interest.

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- The year 2072, almost sixty years after the Red Death decimated the human population of earth…

….for a few seconds this mutual scrutinizing went on; then, the bear betraying a growing irritability, the boy, with a movement of his head, indicated that the old man must step aside from the trail and go down the embankment. The boy followed, going backward, still holding the bow taut and ready. They waited till a crashing among the bushes from the opposite side of the embankment told them the bear had gone on. The boy grinned as he led back to the trail.

“A big un, Granser,” he chuckled.

The old man shook his head.

“They get thicker every day,” he complained in a thin, undependable falsetto. “Who’d have thought I’d live to see the time when a man would be afraid of his life on the way to the Cliff House. When I was a boy, Edwin, men and women and little babies used to come out here from San Francisco by tens of thousands on a nice day. And there weren’t any bears then. No sir….

from ‘The Scarlet Plague’  by Jack London      Anthology link

- Based on a real incident, the account of a war correspondent who jumps into a skirmish …

… Perkins could see men moving on shore near the charred ruins of a village. Perkins was deeply moved; here already was more war than he had ever known in Minnesota. Presently he, clothed in the essential garments of a war-correspondent, was rowed to the sandy beach. Marines in yellow linen were handling an ammunition supply. They paid no attention to the visitor, being morose from the inconveniences of two days and nights of fighting. Perkins toiled up the zigzag path to the top of the hill, and looked with eager eyes at the trenches, the field-pieces, the funny little Colts, the flag, the grim marines lying wearily on their arms. And still more, he looked through the clear air over 1,000 yards of mysterious woods from which emanated at inopportune times repeated flocks of Mauser bullets…

from ‘The Lone Charge of William B. Perkins’  by Stephen Crane    Anthology link

- I followed an ostensibly lame turkey over a considerable part of the United States one morning…

… When a mamma-turkey answers an invitation and finds she has made a mistake in accepting it, she does as the mamma-partridge does—remembers a previous engagement—and goes limping and scrambling away, pretending to be very lame; and at the same time she is saying to her not-visible children, “Lie low, keep still, don’t expose yourselves; I shall be back as soon as I have beguiled this shabby swindler out of the country.”

When a person is ignorant and confiding, this immoral device can have tiresome results – I followed an ostensibly lame turkey over a considerable part of the United States one morning, because I believed in her and could not think she would deceive a mere boy, and one who was trusting her and considering her honest…

 from  ’Hunting the Deceitful Turkey’    by   Mark  Twain            Anthology link 

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