Short Story Books

The Black Cat (Vol. I, No. 1, October 1895)

THE J. B. WILLIAMS CO

The day awoke in fog such as the oldest inhabitant had never seen. The East River was blocked with ice and soon became a shrieking bedlam of groping and bewildering craft, whose pilots could scarcely ..

Death in Transit

Jerry Sohl

The weeks passed slowly, but they did pass, and Clifton busied himself with exhaustive checks throughout the entire ship, interested himself in the stereos (they weren't so bad now that he had nothing..

Rebuttal

Betsy Curtis

Father Phillip was lying flat in the narrow white bed, his arms lying listlessly on either side of the slight hump of his body under the sheet. The big bulge halfway down was his knees over a pillow, ..

Kadjaman

H. De Vere Stacpoole

I asked Becconi to ask Tuan to listen and report, and Tuan said Ting wasn’t talking Dyak, but the monkey language. Seemed to think it a joke, but he was in dead earnest all the same. There is a monkey..

The Automaton Ear, and Other Sketches

Florence McLandburgh

The tower I wished to explore was situated in the remote corner of the building. I passed on to the church. Its walls were discolored by green mould, and blackened where the water had dripped through...

The Stilled Patter

James E. Gunn

Baby books were not written to teach parents how to care for their children; baby books were written to sell baby books. And magazines published articles about babies to sell magazines to mothers.Vali..

The Wreck of the Mail Steamer

Wilfred T. Grenfell

The one little mail steamer which served three hundred miles of coast was unusually crowded with passengers and wrecked crews, and it had twice passed Wild Bight without calling on the southern journe..

Over the Wire

Eugene Jones

But he opened up again the next moment with: “Good Lord, must be going off my nut. Nobody in the waiting-room. It’s the wind. I tell you this place is like the north pole. If I could only hear a fire ..