Old Man Rabbit sat at the door of his little house eating a nice, ripe, juicy turnip. It was a cold, frosty day, but Old Man Rabbit
Cold Shoulder by Hugh Cartwright
Freshly dead, she was pinned to the desk by a knife. Smears of blood oozed between his fingers and dripped to the floor.
Open Hands by Angela Townsend
They did not give me money.
There was never a version in which they were going to give me money.
The Soldier Who Loved Dogs
“I am not a warring man.” Igor watched the old man lead a German Shepherd through the rubble which Berlin had become.
Raccoons, a story by R. Bremner
On those frigid nights, we’d pop up from the subway wind tunnel into the blustery city street, padding past the lamplit haze, chuckling, our blood humming, eager for the ales
The Blind Men and the Elephant by James Baldwin
The Blind Men and the Elephant by James Baldwin (1841-1925) There were once six blind men who stood by the road-side every day, and begged from the people who passed. They had often heard of el-e-phants, but they had never seen one; for, being blind, how could they? It so happened one morning that […]