Short Stories Books

A collection of short fiction -- a miscellany of the apocryphal and grim. Many of the stories are what would be called 'alternate history,' although I prefer to use the term 'apocryphal tales' as the fiction combine a base of what is considered to be historical fact with what is nothing short of...

This is a little collection of stories where I keep my own voice hidden. The themes they touch on are the big important questions in my life. Why do we try to do anything in the world? Soul and Spirit – what do they mean? What are the critical things we need to do? An audio version of the...

Through our bodies we meet the world and through our bodies we meet each other. These ideas alone mean that how we relate to our bodies makes a big impact on our sense of identity and whether we accept ourselves and others. But how does all this relate to nature? It’s this question in...

A wonderful collection of short stories by amazing authors that would keep you wishing for more... Dive in and enjoy the ride.

I saw him on a sleepless night when I was walking desperately to save my soul and my vision. My coming to New York had been a mistake; for whereas I had looked for poignant wonder and inspiration in the teeming labyrinths of ancient streets that twist endlessly from forgotten courts and squares...

The large and rather comfortable apartment of Rufus Haymaker, architect, in Central Park West, was very silent. It was scarcely dawn yet, and at the edge of the park, over the way, looking out from the front windows which graced this abode and gave it its charm, a stately line of poplars was still...

Christmas morning, blue-black, pricked with stars against the Bishop’s window panes. Westbury lay asleep beside its curving river, the great old houses with gardens that ran terraced to the bank, the churches, the college, even the new teeming tenements at the bending of the water, all lay...

Princess Cantilla lived in a castle like most princesses, but she was not a rich princess, for her father had lost all his lands and money by quarreling with other kings about the length and breadth of his kingdom and theirs.

The communicator-phone set up a clamor when the sky was just beginning to gray in what, on this as yet unnamed planet, they called the east because the local sun rose there. The call-wave had turned on the set. Bob Wentworth kicked off his blankets and stumbled from his bunk in the...

Kee Barclay, Jim Wilkinson and I were leaning over the counter talking to His Nobs, the Hotel Clerk, when Dan the Dyspeptic squeezed up and began to let a peep out of him about the pie he had eaten for dinner.