Night Boat To Tangier
Benjamin? Charlie says. He want a black-sand beach. He want to be talking bollocks. He want a...
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The Night by Ray Bradbury
You are a child in a small town. You are, to be exact, eight years old, and it is growing late at...
Timbuktu
Before he could make up his mind about what to do next, the decision was taken out of his hands....
Timbuktu
Mr. Bones knew that Willy wasn’t long for this world. The cough had been inside him for over six...
The Aerodrome
“Mother you held me on your knee. Mother you worked for me. Mother, you taught me to toddle....
There Are Little Kingdoms
It was deadening winter, one of those feeble afternoons with coal smoke for light, but I found...
The Humans
I may need more time. You do not need time. I am going to kill who I need to kill, don’t worry...
By Night In Chile
Every now and then, Farewell burst into excessively sonorous laughter. At each of these guffaws, I...
The Goldfinch
That night, at Boris’ — lying drunk on my half of the batik-draped mattress — I tried to...
Pale Fire
The following note is not an apology of suicide – it is the simple and sober description of a...
Heroes of the Frontier
“My kids should eat,” Josie said, hoping to focus herself and Sam on practical matters. “Doug’s on...
The Surgeon Of Crowthorne
Lambeth belonged administratively, at least until 1888, to the county of Surrey – meaning that the relatively strict laws that applied to the capital’s citizens did not apply to anyone who ventured, via one of the new bridges like Waterloo, Blackfriars, Westminster or Hungerford, into the wen of Lambeth. The village thus became fast known as a site of revelry and abandon, a place where public houses and brothels and lewd theatres abounded, and where a man could find entertainment of all kinds – and disease of all varieties – for no more than a handful of pennies.
