Archive for October, 2007
Posted on October 19, 2007. Filed under: Gothic, Murder, Roald Dahl, Short Stories, Thriller |
by ROALD DAHL
The room was warm and clean, the curtains drawn, the two table lamps alight-hers and the one by the empty chair opposite. On the sideboard behind her, two tall glasses, soda water, whiskey. Fresh ice cubes in the Thermos bucket.
Mary Maloney was waiting for her husband to come him from work.
Now and again [...]
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Posted on October 19, 2007. Filed under: Edgar Allan Poe |
by Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)Truth is stranger than fiction.Old saying.
HAVING had occasion, lately, in the course of some Oriental investigations, to consult the Tellmenow Isitsoornot, a work which (like the Zohar of Simeon Jochaides) is scarcely known at all, even in Europe; and which has never been quoted, to my knowledge, by any American — [...]
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Posted on October 19, 2007. Filed under: Gabriel Garcia Marquez |
by GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ
Monday dawned warm and rainless. Aurelio Escovar, a dentist without a degree, and a very early riser, opened his office at six. He took some false teeth, still mounted in their plaster mold, out of the glass case and put on the table a fistful of instruments which he arranged in size [...]
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Posted on October 18, 2007. Filed under: Murder, Roald Dahl, Short Stories, Thriller |
by ROALD DAHLThe room was warm and clean, the curtains drawn, the two table lamps alight-hers and the one by the empty chair opposite. On the sideboard behind her, two tall glasses, soda water, whiskey. Fresh ice cubes in the Thermos bucket.
Mary Maloney was waiting for her husband to come him from work.
Now and again [...]
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Posted on October 17, 2007. Filed under: Fantasy, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Romance, Short Stories |
by GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ
Then she looked at me. I thought that she was looking at me for the first time. But then, when she turned around behind the lamp and I kept feeling her slippery and oily look in back of me, over my shoulder, I understood that it was I who was looking at [...]
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Posted on October 16, 2007. Filed under: Comedy, George Orwell, Short Stories |
by GEORGE ORWELL
MOST PEOPLE WHO BOTHER with the matter at all would admit that the English language is in a bad way, but it is generally assumed that we cannot by conscious action do anything about it. Our civilization is decadent, and our language–so the argument runs–must inevitably share in the general collapse. It follows [...]
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Posted on October 16, 2007. Filed under: Guy de Maupassant, Romance, Short Stories |
by Guy de Maupassant (1850-1893)Madame Julie Roubere was expecting her elder sister, Madame Henriette Letore, who had just returned from a trip to Switzerland.The Letore household had left nearly five weeks before. Madame Henriette had allowed her husband to return alone to their estate in Calvados, where some business required his attention, and had come [...]
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Posted on October 14, 2007. Filed under: Guy de Maupassant |
by GUY de MAUPASSANTSHE WAS ONE OF THOSE PRETTY AND CHARMING GIRLS BORN, as though fate had blundered over her, into a family of artisans. She had no marriage portion, no expectations, no means of getting known, understood, loved, and wedded by a man of wealth and distinction; and she let herself be married off [...]
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Posted on October 12, 2007. Filed under: Roald Dahl |
by ROALD DAHL
It was getting on toward six o’clock so I thought I’d buy myself a beer and go out and sit in a deck chair by the swimming pool and have a little evening sun.
I went to the bar and got the beer and carried it outside and wandered down the garden toward the [...]
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