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Saki - The Open Window

Your story this week is Saki's "The Open Window", a startling tale of youthful intrigue. Feedback, comments, suggestions, and sharing are always welcome.



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Syndicated 2013-11-16 22:48:21 (Updated 2013-11-16 22:49:35) from Monument

10 Nov 2013 (updated 16 Nov 2013 at 23:05 UTC) »

Saki - The Storyteller

I wanted to read you a story.



Let me know whether you like it, and whether you'd like more.

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Syndicated 2013-11-10 15:53:38 (Updated 2013-11-16 22:49:02) from Monument

How not to land a job

I was just buying something in a small shop, when a man with a small child stopped outside and shouted in, "Excuse me!"

The assistant ignored him, but he persisted. "Excuse me! I sent in my CV yesterday. But it had the wrong number on it! Here's the right one. Go on, love."

The child ran in and deposited a scrap of paper on the desk, with a number scrawled in biro.

I don't think he'll get the job.

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Syndicated 2013-11-09 12:22:27 from Monument

She doesn't like numbers



I heard a child of my acquaintance singing songs about numbers, and as far as I could tell, she wasn't very fond of four and five. I asked her (and her parents) whether I could make the song into a cartoon, and they said yes.

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Syndicated 2013-11-03 09:48:58 from Monument

"The Fur Coat"

"The Fur Coat" by James Stephens, 1925

I walked out in my Coat of Pride,
I looked about on every side,
And said the mountain should not be
Just where they were, and that the sea
Was badly placed, and that the beech
Should be an oak - and then from each
I turned in dignity as if
They were not there : I sniffed a sniff,
And climbed upon my sunny shelf,
And sneezed a while, and scratched myself.

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Syndicated 2013-08-29 10:40:16 from Monument

Feeding Big Spider

Big Spider is a spider who lives in our house. Today, he came out for a walk, so I fed him a live cricket.



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Syndicated 2013-08-27 18:18:40 from Monument

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Syndicated 2013-08-16 15:36:02 from Monument

Alas

Alas! I complain
that Yorick is slain
and now he is lain
beneath the terrain
without any brain,
and never again
shall run down the lane
while risking a sprain
from bearing this Dane
on his back like a train.

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Syndicated 2013-08-16 11:45:50 from Monument

Another poem by G K Chesterton

I had grown weary of him; of his breath
And hands and features I was sick to death.
Each day I heard the same dull voice and tread;
I did not hate him: but I wished him dead.
And he must with his blank face fill my life -
Then my brain blackened; and I snatched a knife.

But ere I struck, my soul's grey deserts through
A voice cried, 'Know at least what thing you do.'
'This is a common man: knowest thou, O soul,
What this thing is? somewhere where seasons roll
There is some living thing for whom this man
Is as seven heavens girt into a span,
For some one soul you take the world away -
Now know you well your deed and purpose. Slay!'

Then I cast down the knife upon the ground
And saw that mean man for one moment crowned.
I turned and laughed: for there was no one by -
The man that I had sought to slay was I.

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Syndicated 2013-08-14 12:46:05 from Monument

marginalia

(TTTO The Grand Old Duke of York)

A man in a film once swore
If he put his ear to the floor
He could learn all about the prevailing mood
From the echoes of the score
And a major key was glad
And a drum meant something bad
And the sound you can make with a muted horn
Would show that someone's sad

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Syndicated 2013-08-08 13:40:25 from Monument

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