Grove of the Unborn

Lyn Venable

For a long time, Henry Bemis had had an ambition.

Lyn Venable

Bheel still stood on the patio, transfixed with horror.

Lyn Venable

Illustrated by EMSH _What thrill is there in going out among the stars if coming back means bitter loneliness?_ Frankston pushed listlessly at a red checker with his right forefinger.

Jonathan Swift

1729 It is a melancholy object to those, who walk through this great town, or travel in the country, when they see the streets, the roads and cabbin-doors crowded with beggars of the female sex,...

Charlotte Perkins Gilman

It is very seldom that mere ordinary people like John and myself secure ancestral halls for the summer.

Plato

Translated by Benjamin Jowett INTRODUCTION.

Ambrose Bierce

THE MILLENNIUM FULCRUM EDITION, 1988 A man stood upon a railroad bridge in northern Alabama, looking down into the swift water twenty feet below.