Where storytellers meet readers.

The High Street of the town consists of two rows of one-storeyed hovels, squeezed close one against another. At the end of the street stood an old, long, two-storeyed house, kept by a retired...

Joe Wynbrook lifted a glass of whiskey from the floor under his chair and took a long draught of the spirits with every symptom of satisfaction. He proceeded. Prosper was not perfectly happy with...

The story of a young mermaid who falls in love with a prince from above the waves.

In this sector of the estuary you swim through continuous showers of sunlight and krill and past rows of Jean-Paul Belmondos tied to the bottom like soldiers in Emperor Qin's terracotta army except...

In 1858, Fiddletown considered Mrs. Tretherick a very pretty woman with only two blemishes: her left cheek bore a small scar left by a single drop of vitriol. Mrs. Tretherick opened the door,...

Over coffee in the Turkish room, Minver censored our several foibles and liked to have Rulledge approach Wanhope from this side. Rulledge suggested that there are two kinds of presentiments, the...

The brilliant and versatile Edmund Kirke was dead. The whole house rose to greet the beautiful Tostee when she reappeared. We were theatre-going people and the united Irma and Tostee troupes...

A groceryman by the name of Elihu Burridge lived in a certain Connecticut fishing-town, and was terribly strong on religion. The postmaster and Noank were at odds over this subject, and I said that...

The Miami Indians were Aztecs in the ages before history began, and the Frenchmen who visited them were sent by the governor of Canada to lay claim to the Ohio valley for his king. The Miamis...

A very short story about nostalgia, homesickness and coming to yourself.

An officer named Zhlin was serving in. He saw a red-bearded Tartar on a grey horse and drew his sword and dashed at him thinking. Zhlin hardly slept at all, peeped out of the hole in the wall, saw...

A young woman is forced to reveal the terrible sin she has committed.