William Wilson by Edgar Allan Poe
Let me call myself, for the present, William Wilson. The fair page now lying before me need not be sullied with my real appellation. This has been already
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Let me call myself, for the present, William Wilson. The fair page now lying before me need not be sullied with my real appellation. This has been already
Continue readingEvery night in the year, four of us sat in the small parlour of the George at Debenham—the undertaker, and the landlord, and Fettes, and myself.
Continue readingThere was a man of the Island of Hawaii, whom I shall call Keawe; for the truth is, he still lives, and his name must be kept secret; but the place of his birth was not far from Honaunau, where the bones of Keawe the Great
Continue readingFull Moon Nights by Roopa Raveendran Menon We decided to take Arjun’s new car for a spin. It didn’t matter to us it was close to midnight when we made the plan. No rules, as far as we knew, existed in the matter of maiden car voyages and their timing. It’s a full Moon night, said Arjun.
Continue reading“The mountain pinnacles slumber; valleys, crags and caves are silent.”
Continue readingSome freaks sleep when they go to bed. No tossing and turning. No dread. No rehashing bad choices and personal
Continue reading“Never Bet the Devil Your Head” is a satirical short story by Edgar Allan Poe that follows the life of Toby Dammit
Continue readingStepping out of the large arena, I asked the expansive blue sky, “What do you think of all this begging?”
Continue readingDear You By Angela Carlton: I am caught up in the silence, your web, those promises, each one wicked. As I lay in silk with you,
Continue reading“The Purloined Letter” is a detective story by Edgar Allan Poe, featuring the clever and analytical C. Auguste Dupin. The Prefect
Continue readingThe Cask of Amontillado by Edgar Allan Poe The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could;
Continue readingDuring the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens,
Continue readingHow do I know I’m real and not just a fragment of somebody’s imagination? How do I know I’m not just words on a page living
Continue readingA long time ago there lived a king who was famed for his wisdom through all the land. Nothing was hidden from him
Continue readingOnce upon a time in the middle of winter, when the flakes of snow were falling like feathers from the sky, a queen sat at a window sewing, and the frame
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