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A young Englishman recalls his time on a kibbutz
When Alice and John buy an antique teapot they get more than they bargained for.
As a man pursues the affections of beautiful young girl, he begins to experience a strange phenomenon that up till that point only affected her mother.
A former mental patient and a deformed eccentric conspire in a fantastic plot.
Abby's mother tells her to tidy her room.
An uncle tries to interest his young nephews in some experimental non-violent toys.
A domineering wife and mother unobtrusively and inexplicably vanishes.
A chance meeting brings back memories of a difficult childhood.
Late one night a little girl appears at a woman's door: "I can't find my mother".
A woman marries a meek, scientifically minded doctor but can't help comparing him to her much-admired artistic friends.
A semi-barbaric king devises a semi-barabaric (but entirely fair) method of criminal trial involving two doors, a beautiful lady and a very hungry tiger.
A job advert with a bizarre set of requirements leads a young entomologist off on a mysterious adventure.
In this homage to Poe, two rival scholars are brought together when one discovers an important early Christian burial ground.
A prince's mother takes steps to ensure her son marrys a real princess.
A game of Scrabble has serious consequences.
“Go to Goldman’s Greenhouses. Joseph … will start you … at a buck sixty an hour.” His lungs empty of smoke, “Go talk to him. He’s your uncle. He’ll hire you.
A semi-barbaric king devises a semi-barabaric (but entirely fair) method of criminal trial involving two doors, a beautiful lady and a very hungry tiger.
My mum is the undisputed tea-drinking heavyweight champion of the world… or at least the whole of South Lexington Avenue.
Shepherd's family made money by being outlaws. Well, outlaws in the governments' eyes.
"Damn thing," old Ernie muttered, glancing up from his laptop. He reached out to shut off the annoying noise but noticed the call was from his area. This was unusual.
The cozy brick bungalow stood on a short lane of similarly modest houses with a small, mostly overgrown park at the far end and an intersection leading to Darlington High Street.
The spark of his life was fading, but his mind was still sharp, and his memories cocooned him.
Dessie O'Connell was 6 feet 3, thick of bone, and naturally muscular. Unlike almost all of the actors with whom he'd first competed for parts, he hardly needed to work out in order to resemble a Hellenic god.
"It's at the ranch, on the other side of the farm, in those mountains. All we need to do is catch it. Can you imagine how much we can sell it for?
