Archive for November, 2008
I took a nap. And I slept. That doesn’t happen often.
I made a quick trip downtown today that managed to include a Chinese quarter pounder and a motorcycle laden with bags of ducks. For a moment, St. Ives almost seemed a reality. .(click to play audio)
by Ambrose Bierce A man stood upon a railroad bridge in northern Alabama, looking down into the swift water twenty feet below. The man’s hands were behind his back, the wrists bound with a cord. A rope closely encircled his neck. It was attached to a stout cross-timber above his head and the slack feel [...]
by Edgar Allen Poe The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could ; but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged ; this [...]
This one is a little longer, but it is one of my favorite short stories.