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Icarus

Icarus - story

Lones Seiber

Late that afternoon they were ordered from the crippled field. Sweat streaked sunburned faces and soaked their prison blues. To the west, the sun had grown huge and crimson as it nipped the horizon; broken…

10 to the 16 to 1

10 to the 16 to 1 - story

James Patrick Kelly

  But the best evidence we have that time travel is not possible, and never will be, is that we have not been invaded by hordes of tourists from the future.                                                                               Stephen Hawking,…

The Marble Child

The Marble Child - story

Edith Nesbit

All over the pavement of the church spread the exaggerated cross-hatching of the old pews’ oak, a Smithfield market of intersecting lines such as children made with cards in the old days when kings and…

The Blue Hotel

The Blue Hotel - story

Stephen Crane

I The Palace Hotel at Fort Romper was painted a light blue, a shade that is on the legs of a kind of heron, causing the bird to declare its position against any background. The…

A Gipsy Prophecy

A Gipsy Prophecy - story

Bram Stoker 

“I really think,” said the Doctor, “that, at any rate, one of us should go and try whether or not the thing is an imposture.” “Good!” said Considine. “After dinner we will take our cigars…

The Blue Cross

The Blue Cross - story

G.K. Chesterton

Between the silver ribbon of morning and the green glittering ribbon of sea, the boat touched Harwich and let loose a swarm of folk like flies, among whom the man we must follow was by…

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow - story

Washington Irving

Found among the Papers of the Late Diedrich Knickerbocker. A pleasing land of drowsy head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, Forever…

Still Water

Still Water - story

Rodrigo Rey Rosa

On the silt and pebble-covered floor of the lagoon lay the body of a man. His open eyes seemed to be looking at the sun of a lower, liquid sky. A small black and yellow…

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…