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She had been twitching and gasping all night. It wasn’t unusual. Night terrors plagued her.
In his experience, being clairvoyant was a meddlesome burden with far too many costs and too few benefits.
“Very well,” I say. “I will prove to you that every person on this planet has a calling. Would you like to hear a story?”
- Length: 8 pages
- Age Rating: U
- Genre: Fiction
He had won tickets in a radio contest. A contest he didn’t apply to, on a station that apparently didn’t exist.
“Hello, sir. How may I help you?”
A book lover lends one of his prized possessions to a mysterious girl.
In a devastated world, a group of men travel to New York, with something special in a suitcase.
Byron has been to Mars. Now he's not supposed to leave New York and New England. For good reason.
Johnson has always been fascinated by spiders.
A poor woman borrows a necklace from a rich friend. Classic twisty tale.
- Length: 10 pages
- Age Rating: PG
- Genre: Fiction
Your first worry was that it was something to do with spiders.
A young Englishman recalls his time on a kibbutz
A man returns to a city from his past.
Quince sells death. No wonder he likes his job.
Lestrade consults Holmes when a number of busts of Napoleon are smashed at various locations around London.
A game of Scrabble has serious consequences.
“Go to Goldman’s Greenhouses. Joseph … will start you … at a buck sixty an hour.” His lungs empty of smoke, “Go talk to him. He’s your uncle. He’ll hire you.
A semi-barbaric king devises a semi-barabaric (but entirely fair) method of criminal trial involving two doors, a beautiful lady and a very hungry tiger.
Detective Inspector Dave Box entered the room: an elderly man sat motionless in a wheelchair in a blue dressing gown open at his pale chest, revealing sparse hairs and a plastic tube entering the bottom of his throat.
My mum is the undisputed tea-drinking heavyweight champion of the world… or at least the whole of South Lexington Avenue.
Shepherd's family made money by being outlaws. Well, outlaws in the governments' eyes.
Olly Rice had given his life to literature, but what had literature given him? A wound in the head that oozed something worse than blood or brain matter.
Dessie O'Connell was 6 feet 3, thick of bone, and naturally muscular. Unlike almost all of the actors with whom he'd first competed for parts, he hardly needed to work out in order to resemble a Hellenic god.
The spark of his life was fading, but his mind was still sharp, and his memories cocooned him.
"Damn thing," old Ernie muttered, glancing up from his laptop. He reached out to shut off the annoying noise but noticed the call was from his area. This was unusual.
