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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…

The White People

The White People - story

Arthur Machen

Prologue ‘Sorcery and sanctity,’ said Ambrose, ‘these are the only realities. Each is an ecstasy, a withdrawal from the common life.’ Cotgrave listened, interested. He had been brought by a friend to this mouldering house…

Dracula’s Guest

Dracula’s Guest - story

Bram Stoker 

Dracula’s Guest was excised from the original Dracula manuscript by its publisher because of the length of the original book. It was published as a short story in 1914, two years after Stoker’s death. ***…

Napoleon and the Spectre

Napoleon and the Spectre - story

Charlotte Brontë

Well, as I was saying, the Emperor got into bed. “Chevalier,” says he to his valet, “let down those window-curtains, and shut the casement before you leave the room.” Chevalier did as he was told,…

Mr. Tallent’s Ghost

Mr. Tallent’s Ghost - story

Mary Webb

The first time I ever met Mr. Tallent was in the late summer of 1906, in a small, lonely inn on the top of a mountain. For natives, rainy days in these places are not…

The Wizard

The Wizard - story

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

Well now, esteemed readers, I am now in Ōsaka and shall therefore relate a local story. Long ago there was a man who came to the city to seek a position as a menial. Ranking…

Over the Hills and Far Away

Over the Hills and Far Away - story

Mary Webb

Margaret Mahuntleth, in the corner of the big settle, basked in the hearth-glow like one newly come to heaven. Warm light reddened her knitted shawl, her white apron, and her face, worn and frail. It…

The New Paris

The New Paris - story

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Lately, on the night before Whit Sunday, I dreamed that I was standing before a mirror, occupying myself with my new summer suit, which my parents had had made against the approaching festival. The dress…

The Fulness of Life

The Fulness of Life - story

Edith Wharton

    I For hours she had lain in a kind of gentle torpor, not unlike that sweet lassitude which masters one in the hush of a midsummer noon, when the heat seems to have…

Enter Mitchell

Enter Mitchell - story

Henry Lawson

The Western train had just arrived at Redfern railway station with a lot of ordinary passengers and one swagman. He was short, and stout, and bow-legged, and freckled, and sandy. He had red hair and…