Jack London: A Thousand Deaths
I HAD been in the water about an hour, and cold, exhausted, with a terrible cramp in my right calf, it seemed as though my hour had come. Fruitlessly struggling
Fantasy
Ray Bradbury: The Small Assassin
Just when the idea occurred to her that she was being murdered she could not tell. There had been little subtle signs, little suspicions for the past month; things as
Katherine Mansfield: The Wind Blows
SUDDENLY — dreadfully — she wakes up. What has happened? Something dreadful has happened. No — nothing has happened. It is only the wind shaking the house, rattling the windows,
Richard Matheson: Blood Son
The people on the block decided definitely that Jules was crazy when they heard about his composition. There had been suspicions for a long time. He made people shiver with
Mary Shelley: The Mortal Immortal
July 16, 1833. — This is a memorable anniversary for me; on it I complete my three hundred and twenty-third year! The Wandering Jew? — certainly not. More than eighteen
Amelia Edwards: The Story of Salome
A FEW YEARS AGO, no matter how many, I, Harcourt Blunt, was travelling with my friend Coventry Turnour, and it was on the steps of our hotel that I received