We ascended the stairs and viewed the body. Miss Brenda Tregennis had been a very beautiful girl, though now verging upon middle age. Her dark, clear-cut face was handsome, even in death, but there still lingered upon it something of that convulsion of horror which had been her last hum...
“Hair-Raisers,”“Wicked Little Witch Stories” and the like. A treasure trove of very short genre stories. In “100 Sneaky Little Sleuth Stories,” they reprint five detective stories by pulp writer Leroy Yerxa about beat cop Paddy O’Sheen who comes ...
She was 21 years old, a senior at what she proudly called "my state university" and one of the few women majoring in business administration. She had curly hair and smiled with resolute cheer. Though still a student, she led a settled ...
One of the darkest days that ever pass through a son. He stood with his father over his mother's casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish brown hair to reveal the mother had no outer ears. [translate] ...
Chessies come in three colors, Brown (of the chocolate variety), Sedge (a reddish brown), and Deadgrass (tan). Their eyes are bright amber. Chessies are very trainable, but they have a mind of their own so training may take longer with them than with other breeds. They are not ...
Slowly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to show that the mother had no ears."Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut," he whispered gently, "and nobody ever thought mother less beautiful, did they?"Real beauty lies not in ...
whose very shadow would blast my soul.A freezing horror took possession of me.I felt that my hair was rising,that my eyes were protruding,that my mouth was opened,and my tongue like leather.The turmoil within my brain was such that something must surely snap.I tried to scream and ...
“These are the sacrifices one makes for one's country, Watson,” said Holmes, pulling at his little tuft. “To-morrow it will be but a dreadful memory. With my hair cut and a few other superficial changes I shall no doubt reappear at Claridge's to-morrow as I was before this Americ...
A mass of reddish hair came down his low, retreating forehead. His small eyes, his enormous mouth bristling with sharp teeth, his broad flat nose, and his immense ears, gave to his face a strange idiotic expression, and to his whole appearance a most painful brutish air. “What must we...
"Nico," I said, wishing I had the feeling in my limbs to hug him. "I promise I'm not going anywhere. I'm sorry I made you feel that way." He sniffled. "I don't believe you." That hurt. We sat there in silence. "We don't have much of a choice in the matter right now...