Short stories around 21 minutes

Morse crossed the St. Jude grounds just as the school was being dismissed, hoping Aldo Cummings wouldn't collar him. When Robert got home, he would make a new cardboard keyboard for him to practice...

The Lochleven lay becalmed in the south-east trades of the Pacific, where thousands of turtles assemble, lay their eggs in the sand, and then float away with the current. Howard. Captain Stafford...

The barkentine Mohawk was through the Atlantic Doldrums and the skipper felt as light-hearted as a boy. The morning was hot, but a fine breeze prevented discomfort. Two strange figures climbed over...

The West India hurricane of August, 1893, caused great havoc among shipping on the Atlantic seaboard from Florida to Maine. The captain finished filling his pipe with fragments of tobacco. Two...

The steward asked the mate and bo's'un how the two negroes had managed to escape. The St. Lawrence was a neat little ship, and Captain Fairley was one of the finest men I ever met. His daughter...

Alice and I were seated at the breakfast-table in our rambling old house on the outskirts of the French quarter in New Orleans when Ralph called to say that the Sea Witch had been chartered to load...

Captain Litchfield, keeper of the life-saving station, thought of the Peruvian as a bitter north-easter raged outside. The men at Fourth Cliff Station sighted a large brig close-hauled and...

One can grow good crops on land that has been fertilized by the ash from the trees that grew on it. Mateo Falcone had earned himself a great reputation. One autumn day, his son Fortunato was lying...

I have often wondered if most people ever pause to reflect upon their dreams, and the obscure world they belong to. Joe Slater was a typical denizen of the Catskill Mountain region, but his...

You ask me to explain why I am afraid of a draught of cool air; I can only say that in the spring of 1923 I had a heart attack in the hall room above mine. Dr. Muoz was a man of birth, cultivation,...

Sir Arthur Jermyn burned himself after seeing a boxed object from Africa, and was placed in a madhouse. His wild stories of Africa led to his friends to deem him mad, and he died three years...

I saw him on a sleepless night when I was walking desperately to save my soul and my vision. I used to wander alone among the cryptical windings. A man came upon me at about two one cloudy August...