Classic Short Stories

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

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

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...

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...

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

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

Like all seaside towns it was pervaded by the smell of fish. The toy shops were full of shells, varnished, hard yet fragile. Even...

  That night the Baron dreamt of many a woe; And all his warrior-guests, with shade and form Of witch, and demon, and large coffin-worm, Were long be-nightmared. —Keats.   Unhappy...

It came to pass that one day The Golden Barque was transformed into a temporary work-boat. The Boss. Hike, Calcutta, and the pock-marked man...

'She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses,' cried the young Student; 'but in all my garden there...