The Saturday Night Special: “The Last Kiss” by Maurice Level

The Last Kiss by Maurice Level (1912) The Project Gutenberg E-Text This eBook is made available at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg of Australia License which may be viewed online at http://gutenberg.net.au/licence.html   "Forgive me...Forgive … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “The Last Kiss” by Maurice Level

The Saturday Night Special: “The Masque of the Red Death” by E.A. Poe (1850)

THE "Red Death" had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avator and its seal — the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “The Masque of the Red Death” by E.A. Poe (1850)

The Saturday Night Special: “Ancient Lights” by Algernon Blackwood (1912)

From Southwater, where he left the train, the road led due west. That he knew; for the rest he trusted to luck, being one of those born walkers who dislike asking the way. He had that instinct, and as a rule it served him well. “A mile or so due west along the sandy road … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “Ancient Lights” by Algernon Blackwood (1912)

The Saturday Night Special: “Man Overboard” by Winston Churchill (1898)

It was a little after half-past nine when the man fell overboard. The mail steamer was hurrying through the Red Sea in the hope of making up the time which the currents of the Indian Ocean had stolen. The night was clear, though the moon was hidden behind clouds. The warm air was laden with … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “Man Overboard” by Winston Churchill (1898)

The Saturday Night Special: “The Drunkard’s Dream” by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu (1838)

Being a Fourth Extract from the Legacy of the Late F. Purcell, P. P. of Drumcoolagh "All this he told with some confusion and Dismay, the usual consequence of dreams Of the unpleasant kind, with none at hand To expound their vain and visionary gleams. I've known some odd ones which seemed really planned Prophetically, … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “The Drunkard’s Dream” by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu (1838)

The Saturday Night Special: “The Fearsome Touch of Death” by Robert E. Howard (1930)

As long as midnight cloaks the earth With shadows grim and stark, God save us from the Judas kiss Of a dead man in the dark. Old Adam Farrel lay dead in the house wherein he had lived alone for the last twenty years. A silent, churlish recluse, in his life he had known no … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “The Fearsome Touch of Death” by Robert E. Howard (1930)

The Saturday Night Special: “The Street of the Four Winds” by Robert W. Chambers (1895)

"Ferme tes yeux à demi, Croise tes bras sur ton sein, Et de ton cœur endormi Chasse à jamais tout dessein." "Je chante la nature, Les étoiles du soir, les larmes du matin, Les couchers de soleil à l'horizon lointain, Le ciel qui parle au cœur d'existence future!" I The animal paused on the threshold, … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “The Street of the Four Winds” by Robert W. Chambers (1895)

The Saturday Night Special: “What was it?” by Fitz-James O’Brien (1859)

It is, I confess, with considerable diffidence that I approach the strange narrative which I am about to relate. The events which I purpose detailing are of so extraordinary a character that I am quite prepared to meet with an unusual amount of incredulity and scorn. I accept all such beforehand. I have, I trust, … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “What was it?” by Fitz-James O’Brien (1859)

The Saturday Night Special: “The Boarded Window” by Ambrose Bierce (1891)

In 1830, only a few miles away from what is now the great city of Cincinnati, lay an immense and almost unbroken forest. The whole region was sparsely settled by people of the frontier--restless souls who no sooner had hewn fairly habitable homes out of the wilderness and attained to that degree of prosperity which … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “The Boarded Window” by Ambrose Bierce (1891)

The Saturday Night Special: “The Masque of the Red Death” by E.A. Poe (1850)

THE "Red Death" had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avator and its seal — the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “The Masque of the Red Death” by E.A. Poe (1850)

The Saturday Night Special: “Ancient Lights” by Algernon Blackwood (1912)

From Southwater, where he left the train, the road led due west. That he knew; for the rest he trusted to luck, being one of those born walkers who dislike asking the way. He had that instinct, and as a rule it served him well. “A mile or so due west along the sandy road … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “Ancient Lights” by Algernon Blackwood (1912)

Update, November 30, 2019: Progress on New Story Collection “Slattery’s Classic Tales of Horror”

If you have followed my website, you know that I usually post a short horror story from the nineteenth or early twentieth century on Saturday nights. I call it "The Saturday Night Special". I have accumulated somewhere around 36+ stories, all of which are in the public domain. I have decided to collect these into … Continue reading Update, November 30, 2019: Progress on New Story Collection “Slattery’s Classic Tales of Horror”

The Saturday Night Special: “The Hound” by H.P. Lovecraft (1922)

In my tortured ears there sounds unceasingly a nightmare whirring and flapping, and a faint distant baying as of some gigantic hound. It is not dream - it is not, I fear, even madness - for too much has already happened to give me these merciful doubts. St John is a mangled corpse; I alone … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “The Hound” by H.P. Lovecraft (1922)

The Saturday Night Special: “The Phantom Coach” by Amelia B. Edwards (1864)

The circumstances I am about to relate to you have truth to recommend them. They happened to myself, and my recollection of them is as vivid as if they had taken place only yesterday. Twenty years, however, have gone by since that night. During those twenty years I have told the story to but one … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “The Phantom Coach” by Amelia B. Edwards (1864)

The Saturday Night Special: “Volpurno – or The Student” by Wilkie Collins (1843)

" - Memory, like a drop that, night and day, Falls cold and ceaseless, wore her heart away." - Lalla Rookh Perfectly overcome by the heat of an Italian evening at Venice, I quitted the bustling gaiety of St Mark's Place for the quiet of a gondola, and directing the man to shape his course … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “Volpurno – or The Student” by Wilkie Collins (1843)

The Saturday Night Special: “A School Story” by M.R. James (1911)

[Phil Slattery's Note:  One of the interesting aspects of this story is the discussion on the types of stories passed down by school boys.  They sound very much like the same motifs circulating through horror fiction and movies today.] ### Two men in a smoking-room were talking of their private-school days. 'At our school,' said … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “A School Story” by M.R. James (1911)

Arkansas County Writers Circle

I am considering starting a Writers Circle for Arkansas County in Arkansas just as I did in Farmington, NM. That group is still thriving. Here is a link to the Farmington Writers Circle, so you can see how it is doing. Just as in Farmington, the Arkansas County Writers Circle would focus on publicity and … Continue reading Arkansas County Writers Circle

The Saturday Night Special: “Nemesis” by H.P. Lovecraft (1918)

                    Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, Past the wan-mooned abysses of night, I have lived o'er my lives without number, I have sounded all things with my sight; And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright. I have whirled … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “Nemesis” by H.P. Lovecraft (1918)

The Saturday Night Special: “At the End of the Passage” by Rudyard Kipling

The sky is lead and our faces are red, And the gates of Hell are opened and riven, And the winds of Hell are loosened and driven, And the dust flies up in the face of Heaven, And the clouds come down in a fiery sheet, Heavy to raise and hard to be borne. And … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “At the End of the Passage” by Rudyard Kipling