Short stories around 30 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...

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...

My father, Major-General Wyn Leicester, a distinguished officer of artillery, succumbed five years ago to a complicated liver complaint acquired in the deadly climate of India. My brother Francis,...

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...

A seaman's body was found on the deck and a piece of ivory representing a youth's head crowned with laurel was found in his coat pocket. At noon June 28 we turned northeastward, but Kienze went...

A bare-legged Celtic brother of the gentle craft falls in love with a little Molly Donovan in Coolnamoe. Billy Malowney and Molly Donovan fell out one evening at ould Tom Dundon's wake. Bill...

Within the last eight years, I was ordered by my physician to change my residence to one upon the sea-coast; I took a house for a year in a fashionable watering-place. The invalid insisted that she...

Twenty years have passed since you last saw Mrs. Jolliffe's tall slim figure. She is now past seventy and is taking care of adult invalids. Dame Arabella Crowl's ghost came to Applewale House,...

Dardale Moss is a bleak, picturesque moor where Mother Carke lived. She dabbled in the black art, told fortunes, and practised charms. Mother Carke saw a gigantic man approaching her and strode...