There was a corpse on the rooftop when I got home. Didn’t have enough time to question it. It was dark and the fog was thick. There was rustling in the forest of trees surrounding my home. I …
Source: Flash Fiction: The Rooftop
There was a corpse on the rooftop when I got home. Didn’t have enough time to question it. It was dark and the fog was thick. There was rustling in the forest of trees surrounding my home. I …
Source: Flash Fiction: The Rooftop
“The Yellow Paint” by Robert Louis Stevenson In a certain city there lived a physician who sold yellow paint. This was of so singular a virtue that whoso was bedaubed with it from head …
Source: Read Robert Louis Stevenson’s weird fable “The Yellow Paint”