Short stories around 11 minutes

Danny looked at the gun on the table and presented a mask to his enemy, cocking one eyebrow and saying, "I. Danny wet his lips and looked across at Tigo, who was studying him with large brown...

Gogol is a lively satirist who excels in familiar scenes, but he too often forgets to subordinate them to the main action of the story. Gogol's characters are almost entirely confined to idiots,...

Dr. Johnson was born on the family Estate in Devonshire, and became acquainted with Mr. Addison and Dr. Swift. He was a full, pursy Man, very ill drest, and of slovenly Aspect. I saw Johnson very...

Kuranes saw the city in the valley, and the seacoast beyond, but ceased to write. Three nights afterward he came again to Celephais, and saw the village that was asleep or dead, and the abyss down...

I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, and I have discovered myself half sucked into a slimy expanse of hellish black mire. I sat thinking or brooding in the stranded boat for...

A man was unconscious in a railway station, so I told him to come home with me and be my teacher and leader in unfathomable mysteries. We studied in the tower studio chamber of the old manor-house...

The idea that Ibid is the author of the Lives is frequently met with, but the truth is that he was a Roman- or at. of the great Anician family. Ibidus was born in 486, held the consulship in 516,...

Ermengarde Stubbs, a beauteous blonde daughter of Hiram Stubbs, was sought in matrimony by two ardent lovers, Squire Hardman and Jack Manly. Jack would go to the great city and make a fortune to...

The Pole Star shines into the North Window of my chamber with uncanny light, but still leers down from the same place in the black vault. When it is cloudy, I can sleep. Once, I saw the city for...

The horrible conclusion: hopelessly lost in the vast and labyrinthine recess of the Mammoth Cave, starving and determined to part with my life at as high a price as I could command. I became very...

In London, there is a man who screams when the church bells ring and lives alone with his streaked cat. He shuns friends and companions and wishes to answer no questions. It has been a decade since...

A grave, intelligent-looking man showed me into the attic chamber. I drew a pocket electric light out of my pocket and nervously tested its flashes, but the newcomer did not speak. A thin, dark man...