Short stories around 15 minutes

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...

We were sitting on a dilapidated seventeenth-century tomb at the old burying ground in Arkham and speculating about the unnamable. My friend Joel Manton objected to my preoccupation with the...

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...

I strongly deny that Irish poetry is comical, and I believe that there is indigenous modern Irish composition deserving the name of poetry. An unfortunate young man rose to high distinctions in the...

Mary Ryan's little thatched cabin was surrounded by mountain ashes, a cure for many maladies and a prophylactic against the evil one, the house-leek. Moll Ryan trudged up the steep "bohereen" whose...

As I rode towards Tipperary, I fell into a meditative mood, but was suddenly recalled to the road by a horse's hoofs. Terence Mooney, an honest boy and well to do, refused to allow a wild goose to...

Father Time said to his young friend that he was entirely wrong and that he had known for at least the last half-hour that he was standing somewhere near him. Father Time explained that all the...

A barber is by nature and inclination a sport. He can tell you at what exact hour the ball game of the day is to begin. Barbers have to be highly educated and prefer to cook their clients...

She was too good for him, yet still she did not regret marrying him. They went to live in Scargill Street, and he showed her how to put a newspaper on the table for a cloth. The men were out...

The mistress of the British School stepped down from her school gate and went to Berryman's, the baker's, where she asked the morose man with sandy whiskers for six pennies worth of assorted cakes...

Frances dropped down on the turf and Anne plumped down beside her. The country was intensely morning-still. Tom Smedley gave the young girl a wild rabbit, and took a servant from the rectory....

A queer little tale, about the eccentric behavior of a strange guest in a country hotel I have not yet met the man in No. 212, and I wonder if he has come here for a rest, too. The pale man must be...