Short stories around 25 minutes

Tub had been waiting for an hour in the falling snow. He jumped back and ran for the steps of the building. They left Spokane and drove deep into the country, stopping twice for coffee. They hunted...

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 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...

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...

Many years ago I was mate of the little schooner Dicky Bird and the captain told a lot of lies that the mate swallowed like an albacore. The next day was fine and we had a first rate dinner. Prince...

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...

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...

Eliot thought Pickman was crazy, but he was lucky to be sane. I should have known you wouldn't have dropped Pickman for the same silly reasons that fussy old women like Dr. Reid or Joe Minot or...

I went into the untrodden waste with my camel to find some sign of mankind. I awoke at dawn from a pageant of horrible dreams and plodded toward the temple. I lost track of the hours and forgot to...

Randolph Carter lost the key to the gate of dreams and cultivated a painstaking sense of pity and tragedy. He tried to live as befitted a man of keen thought and good heritage. Carter spent his...