"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
Up to this time we had felt it rather impertinent to tell each other of our individual silent wonder as to what Miss Phillis lived on; but I know in our hearts we each thought about it, with a kind of respectful pity for her...
There once was a poor little orphan-lad who had nothing at all to live on; so he went to a rich moujik and hired himself out to him, agreeing to work for one copeck a year. And when he had worked for a whole year,...
First part (of 2) of another pooky story by Elizabeth Gaskell. Our old Hall is to be pulled down, and they are going to build streets on the site. I said to my sister, 'Ethelinda! if they really pull down Morton Hall, it will be a...
1. Introduction 1.1. Why the Word “Common” deserves Scrutiny Let’s get something out of the way: in the world of digital construction, “common” is a loaded word. It evokes a sense of unity, standardisation, and shared purpose. It conjures images of centralised vaults of truth — the...
First published in Help Yourself! Annual in 1936, here's another spooky story by Marjorie Bowen. RUDOLPH quarrelled fiercely with M. Dufours, the antique dealer, but in low tones so as not to be overheard in the street. "If you do not sell it to me—and cheaply—I shall...
Published in Seeing Life! And Other Stories by Hurst & Blackett in London back in 1923, here's another spooky story by Marjorie Bowen. I HAVE always been interested in clairvoyance—after all, I hardly know anyone who isn't; but my interest has always been rather overwhelming—a kind...
The words Terrae Motus — if you know latin — is enough to give you a hint, an echo, a vibration, a tremor that goes beyond the earth. Earthquakes often prompt a movement of conscience as much as of matter, and it is precisely this...
After The Old House in Vauxhall Walk, here's another spooky story by Charlotte Riddell. "Did I see it myself? No, sir; I did not see it; and my father before me did not see it; nor his father before him, and he was Phil Regan, just...
When Asimov’s Universe Starts to Merge There’s undoubtedly a gap — one might call it an evolution — between The Robots of Dawn and the two earlier novels of the Robot series. This third entry, first published in 1983, stands at a crossroads in Isaac Asimov’s...
"I don't see how it happened, for my part," Mrs. Childs said. "Paulina, you set the table." "You counted up yesterday how many there'd be, and you said twelve; don't you know you did, mother? So I didn't count to-day. I just put on the plates,"...
