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The Open Window

The Open Window - story

Saki

“My aunt will be down presently, Mr. Nuttel,” said a very self-possessed young lady of fifteen; “in the meantime you must try and put up with me.” Framton Nuttel endeavoured to say the correct something…

Close to the Body – Fifth Place

Close to the Body – Fifth Place - story

Sarit Elkon

I remember a tree. Its crown awning the path. I remember a large trunk, thicker than any I had seen before. I remember roots cleaving the black earth, bursting it asunder, like snakes fighting free…

A White Heron

A White Heron - story

Sarah Orne Jewett

The woods were already filled with shadows one June evening, just before eight o’clock, though a bright sunset still glimmered faintly among the trunks of the trees. A little girl was driving home her cow,…

Miracle of the Horses

Miracle of the Horses - story

Marina Tsvetayeva

(A true story) Since she was beautiful and foolish —and she became more foolish when she was beautiful and more beautiful when she was foolish — and since he loved her, and since he had…

Meat Eaters & Plant Eaters

Meat Eaters & Plant Eaters - story

Jessica Treat

My cat is in the driveway, gnawing on fine bones. The rain has begun: a warm muzzled sound, large soft drips, not the rapid dark downpour of yesterday. Everything wet and green, sopping, soaking. My…

Too Huge

Too Huge - story

Kate Hill Cantrill

I made a request of no crying, for I had the grand task of handling the cat. No crying, I said. Do whatever it takes to wait until I’ve gone. He agreed to blame his…

Lambing Season

Lambing Season - story

Molly Gloss

From May to September Delia took the Churro sheep and two dogs and went up on Joe-Johns Mountain to live.  She had that country pretty much to herself all summer.  Ken Owen sent one of…

Heidi is Dead

Heidi is Dead - story

Sherrie Flick

The car that ran over Heidi didn’t even put on its brakes, let alone pull to the curb. Instead it signaled right onto Lexington Street. Heidi was a puppy, and a worried bloody smear on…

Bull

Bull - story

Kathy Anderson

His father was now his mother but he was still an epic asshole. “He won’t even let me get a tattoo,” Josh said. “He gets his whole dick cut off and he won’t even let…

To Build a Fire

To Build a Fire - story

Jack London

Day had broken cold and grey, exceedingly cold and grey, when the man turned aside from the main Yukon trail and climbed the high earth-bank, where a dim and little-travelled trail led eastward through the…