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Waiting for the Zephyr by Tobias S. Buckell
The Zephyr was almost five days overdue. Wind lifted the dust off in little devils of twisting columns that randomly touched down throughout the remains of the town. Further out beyond the hulks of the...
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Never Despair by Jack McDevitt
The rain began to fall as they threw the last few spadefuls of earth onto the grave. Quait bowed his head and murmured the traditional farewell. Chaka looked at the wooden marker, which bore Flojian’s...
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The Vendetta by Guy de Maupassant
The widow of Paolo Saverini lived alone with her son in a poor little house on the outskirts of Bonifacio. The town, built on an outjutting part of the mountain, in places even overhanging the sea,...
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The Beggar by Anton Chekhov
I REMEMBER, when I was a high school boy in the fifth or sixth class, I was driving with my grandfather from the village of Bolshoe Kryepkoe in the Don region to Rostov-on-the-Don. It was a sultry,...
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Wakefield by Nathaniel Hawthorne
In some old magazine or newspaper I recollect a story, told as truth, of a man–let us call him Wakefield–who absented himself for a long time from his wife. The fact, thus abstractedly stated, is not...
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The Alchemist by H. P. Lovecraft
High up, crowning the grassy summit of a swelling mount whose sides are wooded near the base with the gnarled trees of the primeval forest stands the old chateau of my ancestors. For centuries its...
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