Damn if You Do…by R.S. Nelson
A young Grim Reaper on probation accidentally encounters his next assignment at a gas station, breaking protocol.
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A young Grim Reaper on probation accidentally encounters his next assignment at a gas station, breaking protocol.
Continue readingClassic short story about a hunter who becomes prey when he discovers a mysterious island where an aristocratic Russian hunts humans for sport. A thrilling tale of survival, morality, and the thin line between hunter and hunted.
Continue readingFlies thrive on dirt and grime. Even so, they do attempt to clean themselves, brushing their heads and bodies. In the process, a fly can decapitate itself at times. Headless flies can then go on to live for several days – if it can be called living.
Continue readingWhen I was a little boy I once went with my father to call on Adrian Borlsover. I played on the floor with a black spaniel while my father
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 readingThe Cask of Amontillado by Edgar Allan Poe The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could;
Continue readingJacob’s shadow stretches tall before him, the dark shape of himself pulled out like silly putty, like his past inescapable, and now thanks to the police
Continue readingJames Joyce (1882-1941) was an Irish novelist and poet considered to be one of the most influential writers of the early 20th century. Joyce was born and raised in Dublin
Continue readingHer small chest woke her. The heart rattling inside it. Like an alarm clock palpitating in secrecy, until the time came that she could no longer ignore it.
Continue readingFrederick Dane was on his way towards what he called his home. His home, alas, was but an indifferent attic in one of the southern suburbs of Boston.
Continue readingOld Man Rabbit sat at the door of his little house eating a nice, ripe, juicy turnip. It was a cold, frosty day, but Old Man Rabbit
Continue readingThe grey warm evening of August had descended upon the city and a mild warm air, a memory of summer, circulated in the streets.
Continue readingThere is one day that is ours. There is one day when all we Americans who are not self-made go back to the old home to eat saleratus biscuits and marvel how much nearer to the porch the old pump looks than it used to.
Continue reading“Yes’m,” answered two meek voices, and after a few irrepressible giggles, silence reigned, broken only by an occasional snore from the boys, or the soft scurry of mice in the buttery, taking their part in this old-fashioned Thanksgiving.
Continue readingIn the early 1990s I had just emerged from a long-term relationship (my first as, and with, a young gay man) that ended with more of a whimper than a bang. Being pro-active by nature, and more social than I am now, I decided that my sister and closest friends and I
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