Classic Short Stories

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

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...

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

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,...

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...