"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."
Not many years after the beginning of this century, a worthy couple of the name of Huntroyd occupied a small farm in the North Riding of Yorkshire. They had married late in life, although they were very young when they first began to 'keep company'...
A certain woman was very bumptious. Her husband came from a village council one day, and she asked him: “What have you been deciding over there?” “What have we been deciding? why choosing a Golova.” “Whom have you chosen?” “No one as yet.” “Choose me,” says the woman. So as soon...
After Scoured Silk, another spooky story by Marjorie Bowen. The local line had broken down, as it not infrequently did, and the little group of people who had stepped out of the London express, and hurried across the platform to make the connection were left stranded,...
You don’t read me writing about the masters of architecture much, and those who’ve known me for a while will remember how critical I am of some of their contributions to the built environment, but I’ve always been partial to Piero Portaluppi, possibly because he...
Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman (1852–1930) was an American author whose work moves effortlessly between quiet realism and the uncanny. Born in Massachusetts, she became known for her vivid portrayals of New England village life, writing about its customs, tensions, and moral codes with both...
Published in Crimes of Old London in 1919 and then again in The Bishop of Hell and Other Stories (1949), today we feature another spooky story by Marjorie Bowen. MR. JOHN PROUDIE kept a chemist's shop in Soho Fields, Monmouth Square; it was a very famous...
Charlotte Perkins Gilman is best remembered today for her groundbreaking short story “The Yellow Wallpaper” (1892), a tale that has become a classic of both Gothic fiction and feminist literature. Born in Hartford, Connecticut, Gilman was a writer, lecturer, and social reformer who used her...
This is a tale that might be told in many ways and from various points of view; it has to be gathered from here and there—a letter, a report, a diary, a casual reference; in its day the thing was more than a passing wonder,...
Third and final chapter of Elizabeth Gaskell's ghost story. 'I hope you slept well, sir.' It was William, who, coming into the hall with the sunlight of a fine bright morning streaming after him, asked this question: 'Had you a good night's rest?' Graham Coulton laughed, and...
A bad wife lived on the worst of terms with her husband, and never paid any attention to what he said. If her husband told her to get up early, she would lie in bed three days at a stretch; if he wanted her to...
