From the diary of Kermit Roosevelt, the second son of Theodore Roosevelt, found in the estate of his younger sister, Esther Roosevelt.
Sunday, February 27, 1927, Rondônia, Brazil
Thirteen years the nightmare has haunted me.
I have blamed myself, pushed...
“Are you hungry?”
I open my eyes and see … me.
Well, it’s me, but a me that’s a bit older. This version of me is a very distinguished me, slim, dressed in a three piece suit, with gray thinning hair and a trim gray beard and mustache.
I’m in a...
Midnight at the Old Opera House, all lights off.
Medea feels her way, the soles of her bare feet on the cool wooden floors, fingertips brushing the smooth round edge of the intimate dining table, holding on to the table-top until she feels the next table, making her way from...
London, 1898
The Moonstone Club
“Max,” said Sherlock Holmes, " I want to introduce you to my friend, Mr. Goliath."
The four famous detectives — Sherlock Holmes, Max Carrados, Dr. John Evelyn Thorndyke, and Chevalier Auguste Dupin — were...
“They are so cute!”
“Adorable.”
“Look at their little name tags.” Beth picked up the first kitten — gray with white paws, pink nose, and big green eyes. “Graymalkin, is that your name?”
Graymalkin mewed.
“And this one is...
“We’re screwed.”
The night is black, the road desolate, a seemingly endless stretch of unlit asphalt that disappears into the murk of impenetrable fog.
“We just need to keep heading south,” Brendan says.
“We’re screwed,” Chari...
Rain falls on his new skin. He feels nothing.
Under cover of the night, he, Isaac Newton, sixty-three years of age in this the Year of the Lord 1706, arrives alone at Woolsthorpe, returning to the old two-story farmhouse where he grew up. In one hand he carries a lit lanthorn, in...
LOS ANGELES, 2079
NOVEMBER
(TONIGHT)
Oh, I could eat you up. Eat you whole. In one bite.
Valentine smiles to herself, in her close-lipped way, 'pensive' they call it in the publicity sumsen. She always smiles this way. Lips closed. She has beautiful, blinding-white,...
“Where are we?” the old man said.
“In a dark wood.”
“Who are you?” said the old man.
“Just … a brother,” said the young man.
“Stop,” the old man said. “Let me look at you.”
“It is...
— whoosh —
The 12-foot tenkara fly-fishing bamboo-rod whipped through the air, releasing the thin line that touched down in the stream over twenty feet away.
The rising sun painted the sakura cherry blossoms in the rose color of dawn, reflecting a light pink sheen...
BRISTOL COUNTY, MASSACHUSETTS
FRIDAY, JUNE 2, 1893
“Mr. Sigerson.”
“Ms. Borden.”
The tall, thin man shook the small woman’s hand.
In the women’s section of the Taunton Jail in Bristol County, Lizzie Borden’s jail...
"So you're saying it's bigger?" Fabiana asked.
"C-closer," Pomp corrected in his high, soft, slightly-stuttering voice. "The knight is c-closer."
"Very well, closer.” Fabiana leaned in to study the knight in the painting. “But how can that be? Are you saying that someone...
