I happened upon a group of men with pickaxes taking up Picadilly street. And when I say taking it up, I mean taking it all the way up. This story is from Lord Dunsany’s Fifty-One Tales, originally published in 1915, and is read aloud by Kay Mack. You can read the story here, or online… Read More Fifty-One Tales: Taking Up Picadilly

Man attempts to comfort Death by reminding him of past victories.… Read More Fifty-One Tales: A Losing Game

The enemy passes through the Gate of Doom, on his way to destroy Thlunrana.… Read More Fifty-One Tales: How the Enemy Came to Thlunrana

Spring sends Winter on his way.… Read More Fifty-One Tales: Spring in Town

The swans return song to the gods, and larks return song to the world.… Read More Fifty-One Tales: The Return of Song

The Puritan has always lived a godly life, so why, on his death-bed, does the devil call him friend?… Read More Fifty-One Tales: A Little Moral Tale

I went to lay a wreath for the fragile passing years, and found instead that they were immortal.… Read More Fifty-One Tales: Alone the Immortals

What does it mean to live in a world where a tortoise is acknowledged to be faster than a hare?… Read More Fifty-One Tales: The True History of the Hare and the Tortoise

Is she Fame? Or someone else?… Read More Fifty-One Tales: A Mistaken Identity

Don’t judge a ship by its sails.… Read More Fifty-One Tales: The Storm