Short Stories Books
The Gently Orbiting Blonde
Anti-gravity may be hard to handle—but a woman scorned is still harder!
Magic Words: A Tale for Christmas Time
lady, wrapped in a warm plaid, who had been anxiously waiting for some time, took the arm of her husband, with a few low words of delighted welcome, and they walked briskly away. The dogs of the younger party barked with glee—were patted and caressed.
Crossing the Line | Friends and Benefits
Crossing the Line:He was a black man, with grim features and a face so stern, he would’ve scared the Devil. My years have taught me not to judge by appearances, that looks are deceptive, but some looks… have the ability to horrify.Only, he couldn’t have scared the Devil. He was ItFriends...
Best laid schemes
Susan Parker was twenty-six and nothing had ever happened. To speak more accurately, plenty of things had happened, but Man had never happened. As a college girl and afterward, Susie had, to be sure, known many men; but they had all passed by on the other side.
The loves of Pelleas and Etarre
Ascension lilies were everywhere in our shabby drawing-room. They crowded two tables and filled a corner and rose, slim and white, atop a Sheraton cabinet. Every one had sent Pelleas and me a sheaf of the flowers—the Chartres, the Cleatams, Miss Willie Lillieblade, Enid, Lisa and dear Hobart...
All the Sad Young Men
Begin with an individual, and before you know it you find that you have created a type; begin with a type, and you find that you have created—nothing.
A Commentary
The old man whose call in life was to warn the public against the dangers of the steam-roller held a small red flag in his remaining hand, for he had lost one arm. His brown face, through whose leathery skin white bristles showed, had a certain dignity; so had his square upstanding figure. And his...
Little Guzzy, and other stories
IT certainly was hard. What was the freedom of a country in which the voice of the original founders was spent in vain? Had not they, the “Forty” miners of Bottle Flat, really started the place? Hadn’t they located claims there?
Little Pilgrim at Aunt Lou's
It was a long time after Christmas, and the snow and ice had all melted, and the trees were green again, and the flowers and birds had all come back.
A Warning to the Curious, and Other Ghost Stories
The first of these stories was written for the library of the Queen’s Doll’s House, and was printed in the Book thereof; I gratefully acknowledge the gracious permission granted by Her Majesty to have it reprinted in this volume.