Chapter 10: Blanche

After a long and arduous time of wandering, the little mouse acrobat and the Unicorn came at last to a place where a vast and unfamiliar prospect opened up before their eyes. Beyond the blue walls of glaciers, the hills...

Chapter 11: The Dance

Blanche was still, so still. So, by her side, was Djinnsky, the dark presence, the two of them in the accord of an immobility which seemed also a reservoir in which was contained a promise of motion too vast and...

Chapter 12: Return

They were back in exactly the same place from which they had departed. A few last embers glowed red in the fireplace. The dark doors of the antique toy chest were closed. Only in a pink armchair a little girl...

Pascal

Pascal was five that summer, a demiurge of childhood, unconscious of the life and beauty that brimmed over in him and spilled on everyone who came near, causing each one to smile his or her own smile, compound of memory...

Perdiquaag

She went up early, three weeks before the solstice. She sat in the green Adirondack chair on the front lawn. She wrestled it forward until it was just three or four yards back from the staircase that led down to...

The Vuck Stops Here

Although it has never been seen, scientists are in no doubt about the existence of the northern unspotted vuck. "It's like a biological version of the Stealth bomber," says Dr. Albert Tollinger of the University of Minnesota, "with two distinguishing...

A Nobel Laureate

Alan Gorschak was out pulling turnips in the garden behind his home when the call came from Stockholm telling him he had been awarded this year's Nobel Prize for Reverie. "At least, I think they were turnips," said Mr. Gorschak....

Elmer Greengold

Greengold's Folly "Elmer Greengold is a throwback to the days when people took housekeeping seriously and political economy meant something." "Elmer Greengold is a pain in the ass." "Both are right," laughs Elmer Greengold, himself, "I have a few simple...

Znarf Akfak

When Znarf Akfak awakened the first orange morning on Meta-4 everything around him seemed familiar and, for that reason, unsettling. He had no memory of how he had arrived at this particular location, but that was not unusual. Znarf was...

The Abominable Snowman

This is a story of the far-off Kingdom of Para. Few people from Africa, Europe or the Americas have ever visited Para, for it is located in a wild mountainous region at the base of the towering Himalayas. There are...

Varienikii

Marinka's voice on the phone was high and strained, like a collar caught cat struggling against strangling. Katerina knew immediately something was terribly wrong. Katerina lived in Delaware in sight of the ocean. The wind had been blowing in from...

The Bag Man

They took off for Buenos Aires from Kennedy at dusk of a perfect late October day. Sixty-nine year old Jeremiah Sapir had breakfasted on black coffee and strawberries that sparkled like rubies in cream in his room at the Essex...

The No-Brows

Didier Baa is the world’s leading authority on the no-brow movement. “The first thing to remember about me is that I am never sheepish,” said Didier, whom we met on the Left Bank in a small café on a gray...

Look At Me, I'm Already Not Here

“It was terrifying last night, Aunt Becca. I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. I got up because I heard her. I wondered what she was doing at two o’clock in the morning....

Tangle

This little story came easy. Perhaps it was all there even before I wrote it. It knew what it was and how it wanted to go about telling itself. It had pace and tone down pat. It knew what it...
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