May 19, 2010 | Fiction |
The differences in temperament carried over into style. Tiny enjoyed the open, linear purity of checkers. Grandaddy favored games with hole cards, where your strength was in your secrets and you flew into the eye of chaos riding your ghost. Tiny started work at dawn....
May 1, 2010 | Fiction |
“How could I learn to read or write?” Chief White Halfoat demanded with simulated belligerence, raising his voice again so Doc Daneeka would hear. “Every place we pitched our tent, they sank an oil well. Every time they sank a well, they hit oil. And...
Mar 2, 2010 | Fiction |
In that Empire, the Art of Cartography attained such Perfection that the map of a single Province occupied the entirety of a City, and the map of the Empire, the entirety of a Province. In time, those Unconscionable Maps no longer satisfied, and the Cartographers...
Feb 28, 2010 | Fiction |
“They’re trying to kill me,” Yossarian told him calmly. “No one’s trying to kill you,” Clevinger cried. “Then why are they shooting at me?” Yossarian asked. “They’re shooting at everyone,” Clevinger...
Feb 8, 2010 | Fiction |
The essential thing of those fifteen long years of shopkeeping is Mr Polly, well athwart the counter of his rather ill-lit shop, lost in a book, or rousing himself with a sigh to attend to business. And meanwhile he got little exercise; indigestion grew with him until...
Jan 31, 2010 | Fiction |
Of course, I did spare a thought for a little boy I’d seen earlier that day. He was kneeling on the other side of the street, sobbing away to himself. On the ground in front of him, a small white dog was lying dead. But I knew he’d soon get over it. After...
