Short stories around 2 minutes

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...

New love 'Hi, Mike. I read your profile on Matchmate.com and thought we might have something in common, but I don't own a bright red Mercedes to lean against, and I find it difficult to pose for a...

Lan looked at her cell phone in a daze. She wanted to ask her father about his mood and how he had slept recently, but she was distant from her father. Lan called her father and said she couldn't...

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...

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...

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...

"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...

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...

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.

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...