Short Stories
THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH by Edgar Allen Poe The “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal—the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores,…
The Phantom ‘Rickshaw THE PHANTOM ‘RICKSHAW May no ill dreams disturb my rest, Nor Powers of Darkness me molest. —Evening Hymn. One of the few advantages that India has over England is a great Knowability. After five years’ service a man is directly or indirectly acquainted with the two or three hundred Civilians in his…
“My Own True Ghost Story” is a short story by Rudyard Kipling that blends elements of humor, suspense, and the supernatural. The story is narrated
There 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
Introduction to The Monkey’s Paw Intro and added sections by Richard Everywriter. This article was updated/ 4/12/25. I’ve always been fascinated by “The Monkey’s Paw.” It’s one of those rare sto/ries that has truly stood the test of time, continuing to chill readers more than a century after W.W. Jacobs first published it in 1902….
A Narrow Bridge by Avital Gad-Cykman I’ve sang this ancient song in moments my mouth started singing on its own, and I listened with interest to learn what would come out of it. “The whole world is nothing but a narrow bridge, a narrow bridge, a narrow bridge.” It’s so narrow, my backyard is bigger….
I stood in the paddling pool. It was the first week of the summer holidays and mum was throwing the party she told dad she wouldn?t. My mum was everywhere, handing out drinks, but my dad was in a gap in the curtains, watching.
It was on the first day of the new year that the announcement was made, almost simultaneously from three observatories, that the motion of the planet Neptune, the outermost of all the planets that wheel about the sun
The man with the white face entered the carriage at Rugby. He moved slowly in spite of the urgency of his porter, and even while he was still on the platform I noted how ill he seemed. He dropped into the corner over against me with a sigh, made an incomplete attempt to arrange his…
The Rusted Swing Set by Sheila Good She folded the morning newspaper. Her old bones creaked as she stood leaning on the table for balance. Shuffling to the sink, she washed out her coffee cup placing it in the drainer. The sun was bright as she pulled the curtain aside checking out the backyard. The…
The air is thick with the scent of pine. Rays of purple, blood red and golden yellow are fanned out across the twilight sky. Kyle walks among the trees holding a bouquet of wilting lilies. Lost, he searches for signs of the path he wandered away from.
It came one evening when everyone else was sleeping. It crawled in the dark outside, hissing along the night winds that were shaking leaves and branches of the big mango tree standing tall a few footsteps from our house.
PTSD, flashbacks, whatever – it ain’t what you think. I don’t see the boys I shot head’s dripping off sideways like JFK. I don’t see Mitch “Sorcerer” Rodriguez telling me about the Tao Te Ching then pulling his final act of wizardry
Dead?” she asked the officer standing at the door. Martha wore a shocked look.
October 22, 2015 by Rayma Elaine It was a chilly Thursday, sometime last November. I had very late night at the office. Since I was the last one there, I had to check all the rooms and then lock up. I turned out the last light, then was on my way out. I locked up…