Short stories around 10 minutes

There was a vast still lake in the land of Mnar that was fed by no stream. Men came to the land of Mnar and built Thraa, Ilarnek, and Kadatheron on the winding river Ai, and certain tribes built...

Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness, and I cannot recall anyone or anything alive but the noiseless rats and bats and spiders. I climbed the worn and aged...

The gods of earth have betaken themselves to unknown Kadath and forbid men to come. Barzai the Wise and Atal went out of Hatheg into the stony desert despite the prayers of peasants, and talked of...

I do not know what has become of Harley Warren. I will not deny that this witness saw us together on the Gainsville pike, but I know nothing beyond what I have told you. Harley Warren's weird...

Men of strength and honour built cabins along the north side of the Street, and thereafter no more Indians troubled the Street. The Street drank in the dreams of a young people and rejoiced as its...

It was a flaming sunset or late afternoon in the tiny provincial town of Pompelo when I arrived. The townsfolk were frightened and begged for the presence of a cohort from Calagurris. Scribonius...

On there stands an olive grove about the ruins of a villa. Two sculptors lived there, Kalos and Musides, and Saios would remain at home. Musides sought the banquet halls of Tegea at night, whilst...

I am Basil Elton, keeper of the North Point light, and one night I espied a man who seemed to beckon me to embark for far unknown shores. The White Ship sailed on past the walls of Thalarion and...

Mr. Scalper sits writing in the reporters' room of The Daily Eclipse and opens a letter of a correspondent. Mr. Scalper stops abruptly, dashes across the room to the cupboard, and returns to finish...

I mix a good deal with the Millionaires, I like their faces, their way of living, the things they eat, and their intellectual grasp. I love to walk up and down among them and catch the little...

The progress of science is wonderful, but what I want to speak about is the progress of medicine. A hundred years ago there were no bacilli, ptomaine poisoning, diphtheria, or appendicitis. Rabies...

Lord Oxhead sat gazing fixedly at the library fire, absorbed in his sorrow. Gwendoline Oxhead had thrown herself about the earl's neck and explained that her lover was an American. She placed an...