I. Franziska FahlerIt is a Christmas morning in Surrey -- cold, still and gray, with a frail glimmer of sunshine coming through the bare trees to melt the hoar-frost on the lawn. The postman has just ...Full Article
In 1830, only a few miles away from what is now the great city of Cincinnati, lay an immense and almost unbroken forest. The whole region was sparsely settled by people of the frontier - restless soul...Full Article
John Mortonson was dead: his lines in the tragedy Man had all been spoken and he had left the stage. The body rested in a fine mahogany coffin fitted with a plate of glass. Al...Full Article
In the heart of Haita the illusions of youth had not been supplanted by those of age and experience. His thoughts were pure and pleasant, for his life was simple and his soul devoid of ambition. He ro...Full Article
A man stood upon a railroad bridge in northern Alabama, looking down into the swift water twenty feet below. The mans hands were behind his back, the wrists bound with a cord. A rope closely encircled...Full Article
One night in the autumn of 1861 a man sat alone in the heart of a forest in western Virginia. The region was one of the wildest on the continent -- the Cheat Mountain country. There was no lack of peo...Full Article
I. The Review as a Form of WelcomeOne summer night a man stood on a low hill overlooking a wide expanse of forest and field. By the full moon hanging low in the west he knew what he might not have kno...Full Article
This narrative begins with the death of its hero. Silas Deemer died on the I6th day of July, 1863; and two days later his remains were buried. As he had been personally known to every man, woman and w...Full Article
One sunny afternoon in the autumn of the year 1861 a soldier lay in clump of laurel by the side of a road in western Virginia. He lay at full length upon his stomach, his feet resting upon the to...Full Article
If you had seen little Jo standing at the street corner in the rain, you would hardly have admired him. It was apparently an ordinary autumn rainstorm, but the water which fell upon Jo (who was hardly...Full Article
On the 22nd of January, 1793, towards eight oclock in the evening, an old lady came down the steep street that comes to an end opposite the Church of Saint Laurent in the Faubourg Saint Martin. It had...Full Article
the road ends at a gate. The boy waits in the car while the man gets out. Beyond the gate is the open moor, pale in the early evening with bleached end-of-summer grass, bruised here and there with hea...Full Article
BREAD: From Old English, in turn from Old Frisian, bread (OED), originally meaning morsel, or crumb (Clark Halls Concise Anglo-Saxon Dictionary, 1966). *ROLL: A small individual loaf of bread, properl...Full Article
Its best to be here early, especially on Saturdays. Peaceful then. The rising pitch of the kettle is whistle joined with the faint hiss from the little blue camping stove. Twenty years old, that stove...Full Article
The smell of popcorn strayed into the bedroom, targeting my nostrils as I relaxed on fluffed up pillows, flicking through T.V channels. As usual, over twenty-five stations on cable, and I end up with ...Full Article
On the morning of June 5, the sun rose and cast its rays upon the Missouri River. The light spread its way to the banks, across the park, and up to the buildings in Old Towne St. Charles. As the shado...Full Article
The rays of the sun glistened through the mist as it rose between the mountains, covering the landscape with a wet cloak. Squinting his eyes against the shimmering light, Andy Sturgil stood in awe of ...Full Article
The mass of helmets lurched backward as the landing craft plunged into the dark water. Sea spray glistened on the surface of everything it touched, catching the light of the artillery fire. Private Ed...Full Article
Upon the half decayed veranda of a small frame house that stood near the edge of a ravine near the town of Winesburg, Ohio, a fat little old man walked nervously up and down. Across a long field that ...Full Article
It starts out so harmlessly. I dont really mean anything by it, Im just in one of those moods. I mean, when youre 42 years old and have 3 kids and a husband and responsibiliti...Full Article
