Ernest Hemingway

Ernest Miller Hemingway (July 21, 1899 – July 2, 1961) was an American novelist, short-story writer and journalist. Known for an economical, understated style that influenced later 20th-century writers, he has been romanticized for his adventurous lifestyle and outspoken, blunt public image. (Wikipedia)

Now I Lay Me

By Ernest Hemingway

That night we lay on the floor in the room and I listened to the silk-worms eating.

An Alpine Idyll

By Ernest Hemingway

It was hot coming down into the valley even in the early morning.

A Canary for One

By Ernest Hemingway

“Right here was where Pa ran over the skunk.” “It was further on.” “It don’t make no difference where it was,” Joe said without turning his head.

Ten Indians

By Ernest Hemingway

Around the major’s eyes were two white circles where his snow-glasses had protected his face from the sun on the snow.

A Simple Enquiry

By Ernest Hemingway

Outside, the snow was higher than the window.

Fifty Grand

By Ernest Hemingway

“How are you going yourself, Jack?” I asked him.

Che Ti Dice La Patria?

By Ernest Hemingway

The road of the pass was hard and smooth and not yet dusty in the early morning.

The Killers

By Ernest Hemingway

The door of Henry’s lunch-room opened and two men came in.

The Hills like White Elephants

By Ernest Hemingway

The hills across the valley of the Ebro were long and white.

In Another Country

By Ernest Hemingway

In the fall the war was always there, but we did not go to it any more.

The Undefeated

By Ernest Hemingway

Manuel Garcia climbed the stairs to Don Miguel Retana’s office.

In Our Time

By Ernest Hemingway

Everybody was drunk.