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Classic Short Stories

Classic Short Stories

George Moore – Alms-Giving

As I searched for a penny it began to rain. The blind man opened a parcel and I saw that it contained a small...

Virginia Woolf – Blue & Green

GREEN The ported fingers of glass hang downwards. The light slides down the glass, and drops a pool of green. All day long the ten...

F. Scott Fitzgerald – The Baby Party

When John Andros felt old he found solace in the thought of life continuing through his child. The dark trumpets of oblivion were less...

Herman Melville – The ‘Gees

In relating to my friends various passages of my sea-goings I have at times had occasion to allude to that singular people the 'Gees,...

Seumas O’Kelly – The Derelict

He Boss of The Golden Barque was very pleased when he was able to resume business on her deck. He was likewise pleased that...

Herbert George Wells – The Magic Shop

I had seen the Magic Shop from afar several times; I had passed it once or twice, a shop window of alluring little objects,...

Robert E. Howard – The One Black Stain

They carried him out on the barren sand where the rebel captains died; Where the grim gray rotting gibbets stand as Magellan reared them on the strand, And...

Lord Dunsany – The Bureau d’Echange de Maux

I often think of the Bureau d'Echange de Maux and the wondrously evil old man that sate therein. It stood in a little street...

Jorge Luis Borges – Borges and me

To the other, to Borges, it is to whom things happen. I walk through Buenos Aires and take long hours, even already mechanically, to...

Sherwood Anderson – Respectability. Wash Williams

IF you have lived in cities and have walked in the park on a summer afternoon, you have perhaps seen, blinking in a...

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