Short stories around 1 minute
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A Sniper's Promise
Mickey Moran settled into a prone position by the woods, and waited for the British Army to make contact with southern authorities and the Gardai dispatched a team to investigate. His new American...
The Last Word
Eighty years buried somewhere in my bones, I can only see the world moving along in monotones. The wisdom comes too late, and the fools mourn the blindness of their youth. I have lived the utter...
Old Song
When winter winds set the yellow wood sighing, I retire into an old room Beside a bright fire and read old things, while the wind sings. I never look out nor attend to the blast, but close at the...
From Omar Khayyam
Some for the Glories of This World, and some Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come. Take the Cash, and let the Credit go. The blowing Rose says, "Into the world I blow, At once the silken tassel...
Christmas at Fezziwig's Warehouse
"Hilli-ho!" cried old Fezziwig, skipping down from the high desk with wonderful agility. "Clear away, my lads, and let's have lots of room here! Hilli-ho, Dick! The warehouse was cleared away in...
From Retrospection
We wove a web in childhood, dug a spring in infancy, sowed a mustard seed, and cut an almond rod. Are they withered in the sod? The web of air is still there, but its folds are spread, and its...
On The Death Of Anne Bronte
There's little joy in life for me, and little terror in the grave; I've lived the parting hour to see of one I would have died to save, and I thank God from my heart.
Pleasure
True pleasure breathes not city air, nor in art's temples dwells, but in stately groves where high Nature holds Her court. Go where the woods in beauty sleep, or where the hollow sounds of night...
Speak of the North! A Lonely Moor
A lonely moor, a wild streamlet, a lifeless landscape, a stag drinking from the stream, a mountain zone, and one star light the unclouded skies in the north.
From Retrospection
We weave a web in childhood, dig a spring in infancy, sow a mustard seed, cut an almond rod, and are now grown up to riper age. The web of air is still there, but its folds are spread, and its...
A Cold Greeting
A man named James H. Conway brought a note of introduction from Mr. Lawrence Barting to Benson Foley, who had known Barting as a captain in the Federal army during the civil war. Conway told Foley...
An Arrest
Orrin Brower of Kentucky, a fugitive from justice, escaped from the county jail by knocking down his jailer with an iron bar, robbing him of his keys and walking out into the night. He got lost in...