Guy de Maupassant

(5 August 1850 – 6 July 1893) was a 19th-century French author, celebrated as a master of the short story, as well as a representative of the naturalist school, depicting human lives, destinies and social forces in disillusioned and often pessimistic terms. (Wikepedia)

Beside Schopenhauer's Corpse

He was slowly dying, as consumptives die.

A Family Affair

The small engine attached to the Neuilly steam-tram whistled as it passed the Porte Maillot to warn all obstacles to get out of its way and puffed like a person out of breath as it sent out its steam, its pistons moving rapidly with a noise as of iron legs running.

Indiscretion

They had loved each other before marriage with a pure and lofty love.

The Blind Man

How is it that the sunlight gives us such joy.

A Meeting

It was nothing but an accident, an accident pure and simple.

The Question Of Latin

This subject of Latin that has been dinned into our ears for some time past recalls to my mind a story—a story of my youth.

Madame Baptiste

The first thing I did was to look at the clock as I entered the waiting-room of the station at Loubain, and I found that I had to wait two hours and ten minutes for the Paris express.

The Mustache

CHATEAU DE SOLLES, July 30, 1883.

Epiphany

I should say I did remember that Epiphany supper during the war! exclaimed Count de Garens, an army captain.

Mother Sauvage

Fifteen years had passed since I was at Virelogne.

The Colonel's Ideas

“Upon my word,” said Colonel Laporte, “although I am old and gouty, my legs as stiff as two pieces of wood, yet if a pretty woman were to tell me to go through the eye of a needle, I believe I should take a jump at it, like a clown through a hoop.

A Duel

The war was over.

Mademoiselle Fifi

Major Graf Von Farlsberg, the Prussian commandant, was reading his newspaper as he lay back in a great easy-chair, with his booted feet on the beautiful marble mantelpiece where his spurs had made two holes, which had grown deeper every day during the three months that he had been in the chateau of Uville.

Madame Parisse

I was sitting on the pier of the small port of Obernon, near the village of Salis, looking at Antibes, bathed in the setting sun.

The Horrible

The shadows of a balmy night were slowly falling.

Lieutenant Lare's Marriage

Since the beginning of the campaign Lieutenant Lare had taken two cannon from the Prussians.

Coup D'etat

Paris had just heard of the disaster at Sedan.

Father Milon

For a month the hot sun has been parching the fields.

Two Little Soldiers

Every Sunday, as soon as they were free, the little soldiers would go for a walk.

The Prisoners

There was not a sound in the forest save the indistinct, fluttering sound of the snow falling on the trees.

Two Friends

Besieged Paris was in the throes of famine.

Boule de Suif

For several days in succession fragments of a defeated army had passed through the town.

A Ghost

We were speaking of sequestration, alluding to a recent lawsuit.