Short stories around 1 minute

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...

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.

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 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...

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...

James Burne Worson, a shoemaker who lived in Leamington, Warwickshire, England, undertook a run all the way to Coventry and back for a stake of one sovereign. He went on very well, at an easy gait,...

Christian Ashmore, his wife, his mother, two grown daughters, and a son of sixteen years, lived in Troy, New York. The Ashmores moved from Troy to Richmond, Indiana, and then to Quincy, Illinois,...

John Mortonson was dead, and his body rested in a fine mahogany coffin fitted with a plate of glass. His face was not disagreeable to look upon, and his death had been painless. At two o'clock in...

WILD cat was listening to the melody of distant hounds tracking a remote fox. She shinned up a tree as the dogs burst into view below her and stifled their songs upon the body of their victim...

In connection with the subject of mysterious disappearance, Dr. Hem of Leipsic believes that there is a non-Euclidean space, in which it is possible to tie a knot in an endless cord and turn a...

A dog was annoyed by bees and ran into an empty barrel lying on the ground. He addressed his tormentors and waited for a reply, but there was no reply, because the bees had never gone near the...

Looking up at the stars, I know that I can go to hell, but if all stars disappeared, I would learn to look at an empty sky and feel its total dark sublime.