Short Stories
Lamb to the Slaughter
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 [...]
Lamb to the Slaughter
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 [...]
Eyes of a Blue Dog
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 [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )Politics and the English Language
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 [...]
Moonlight
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 [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )Italian with Grammar
Posted on August 21, 2007. Filed under: Mark Twain, Short Stories |
by Mark Twain (1835-1910)
Word Count: 2623
I found that a person of large intelligence could read this beautiful language with considerable facility without a dictionary, but I presently found that to such a parson a grammar could be of use at times. It is because, if he does not know the were’s and the was’s and [...]
Afterward
Posted on August 19, 2007. Filed under: Edith Wharton, Short Stories |
by Edith Wharton (1862-1937) I“Oh, there is one, of course, but you’ll never know it.”
The assertion, laughingly flung out six months earlier in a bright June garden, came back to Mary Boyne with a sharp perception of its latent significance as she stood, in the December dusk, waiting for the lamps to be brought into [...]
Old Friend Comes To Visit
Posted on August 6, 2007. Filed under: Anonymous, Fantasy, Romance, Short Stories |
Author Unknown
My friend Tom called to say that he has some military business to take care of in a town south of us and wanted to know if he could stop on the way and spend the night before heading to his meeting. I had always known that my wife thought Tom to be great [...]
Beware of the Dog
Posted on July 19, 2007. Filed under: Roald Dahl, Short Stories |
by Roald Dahl (1916-1990)
Word Count: 5072
DOWN below there was only a vast white undulating sea of cloud. Above there was the sun, and the sun was white like the clouds, because it is never yellow when one looks at it from high in the air.
He was still flying the Spitfire. His right hand was on [...]
Eva Is Inside Her Cat
Posted on July 4, 2007. Filed under: Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Short Stories |
by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
ALL OF A SUDDEN SHE NOTICED that her beauty had fallen all apart on her, that it had begun to pain her physically like a tumor or a cancer. She still remembered the weight of the privilege she had borne over her body during adolescence, which she had dropped now–who knows where?–with [...]
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