They did not give me money.
There was never a version in which they were going to give me money.
Short Stories
They did not give me money.
There was never a version in which they were going to give me money.
Virginia Woolf (1882-1941) was an English novelist, essayist, publisher, and writer of short stories who was considered one
There is one day that is ours. There is one day when all we Americans who are not self-made go back to the old home to eat saleratus biscuits and marvel how much nearer to the porch the old pump looks than it used to.
The cabby has his point of view. It is more single-minded, perhaps, than that of a follower of any other calling. From the high, swaying seat of his hansom
“Yes’m,” answered two meek voices, and after a few irrepressible giggles, silence reigned, broken only by an occasional snore from the boys, or the soft scurry of mice in the buttery, taking their part in this old-fashioned Thanksgiving.
In the early 1990s I had just emerged from a long-term relationship (my first as, and with, a young gay man) that ended with more of a whimper than a bang. Being pro-active by nature, and more social than I am now, I decided that my sister and closest friends and I
I had entered, in an idle mood, the shop of one of those curiosity venders who are called marchands de bric-à-brac in that Parisian
The year before, she was like the last prom dress left hanging on the rail, a bit sad but still hopeful. Then he walked into her life, all clichéd–tall, dark, and handsome
A very long time ago, before our grandmother’s time, or our great-grandmother’s, or our grandmothers’ with a very long string of greats prefixed
William Legrand, who discovers a peculiar gold-colored beetle while on Sullivan’s Island in South Carolina. Legrand is obsessed with the scarab beetle and makes drawings of it. Later, Legrand receives a scrap of parchment paper with a cryptic coded
Recurring encounters over many years with the mysterious and alluring Madame de St. Croix, who seems to maintain eternal youth and beauty while spellbinding a succession of men, is she a vampire?
“The Mark of the Beast” helped popularize and cement the werewolf as a staple figure in horror fiction. But many examples of werewolf literature existed for centuries prior to when Kipling published his story in 1890.
When we started for our drive the sun was shining brightly on Munich, and the air was full of the joyousness of early summer. Just as we were about to depart, Herr Delbrück (the maître d’hôtel of the Quatre Saisons, where I was staying) came down, bareheaded, to the carriage and, after wishing me a…
Kunin, a wealthy landowner and member of the Rural Board, invites Father Yakov, the young village priest, to discuss opening a church school. Kunin is shocked by Father Yakov’s shabby appearance and lack of dignity, seeing him as unfit for the priesthood.
The story follows an unnamed narrator who recounts how alcoholism and temperament changes led him to abuse his pets, including his favorite cat named Pluto. In a drunken rage, the narrator gouges out one of Pluto’s eyes, leading the frightened cat to avoid him.