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The Tell-Tale Heart

The Tell-Tale Heart - story

Edgar Allan Poe

True!—nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses—not destroyed—not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute….

Fragment of a Novel

Fragment of a Novel - story

Lord Byron

“In the year 17__, having for some time determined on a journey through countries not hitherto much frequented by travellers, I set out, accompanied by a friend, whom I shall designate by the name of…

The Signal-Man

The Signal-Man - story

Charles Dickens

“Halloa! Below there!” When he heard a voice thus calling to him, he was standing at the door of his box, with a flag in his hand, furled round its short pole. One would have…

Silver Pistols

Silver Pistols - story

Liliana Lara

How could Edgardo have hunted an animal if he didn’t even know how to love, much less kill. He’d become a useless idler, sitting all day in front of the television set or on the…

The Fall of the House of Usher

The Fall of the House of Usher - story

Edgar Allan Poe

“Son coeur est un luth suspendu;  Sitôt qu’on le touche il rèsonne.” – De Béranger. During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung…

Séance with the Stasi

Séance with the Stasi - story

Sarah Khan

She was the lady in your neighborhood. You saw her at the supermarket, you saw her in line at the post office. She was like Monday, the day she brought her kid to school, Tuesday,…

The Waldstein Sonata

The Waldstein Sonata - story

Hartmut Lange

Franz Liszt died on the 31st of July in the year 1886; he could not recall the finer details. Now, however, he found himself, in full possession of his senses and mental faculties, walking purposefully along…


Oxytocin - story

Miguel Serrano Larraz

My sister always said that it was much better to have a niece or nephew than your own child. I suppose that my mother agreed with her. My sister said that with a nephew you…

The Thief

The Thief - story

Sharron Hass

The last item on the shopping list was bread. Two o’clock in the afternoon. August. And the insistence to walk all the way to the bread shop. Specification is the sign of affluence and civilization;…

Time and Again

Time and Again - story

Breece D’J Pancake

Mr. Weeks called me out again tonight, and I look back down the hall of my house. I left the kitchen light burning. This is an empty old house since the old lady died. When…

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