Tales of Mystery and Imagination

Howard Phillips Lovecraft: The tomb

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In relating the circumstances which have led to my confinement within this refuge for the demented, I am aware that my present positio...

José Emilio Pacheco: Memorias de Juan Charrasqueado

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-Yo no lo maté: él solito se le atravesó a la bala.

Algernon Blackwood: An Egyptian Hornet

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The word has an angry, malignant sound that brings the idea of attack vividly into the mind. There is a vicious sting about it somewh...

Adolfo Bioy Casares: Las Vísperas de Fausto

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Esa noche de junio de 1540, en la cámara de la torre, el doctor Fausto recorría los anaqueles de su numerosa biblioteca. Se detenía ...

Charles Dickens: The Chimes: A Goblin Story of Some Bells that Rang an Old Year Out and a New Year

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CHAPTER I—First Quarter. There are not many people—and as it is desirable that a story-teller and a story-reader should establish ...

Horacio Quiroga: El vampiro

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-Sí -dijo el abogado Rhode-. Yo tuve esa causa. Es un caso, bastante raro por aquí, de vampirismo. Rogelio Castelar, un hombre hasta e...

Stephen Crane: The Open Boat

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None of them knew the color of the sky. Their eyes glanced level, and were fastened upon the waves that swept toward them. These waves...

Ambrose Bierce: A Baby Tramp

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Ambrose Bierce by David Levine If you had seen little Jo standing at the street corner in the rain, you would hardly have admired him...

Carlos López Hernando: Un no tan típico cuento navideño americano

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La noche era fría como sólo podía serlo en Noche Buena. Por supuesto, hablamos del hemisferio norte de nuestro planeta. Pero no dejemo...

Daniel Defoe: The Apparition Of Mrs. Veal

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This thing is so rare in all its circumstances, and on so good authority, that my reading and conversation have not given me anything ...

Santiago Roncagliolo: Papá Noel está borracho en el salón

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Papá era un idiota, lo admito. Era incapaz de durar más de cinco meses en un trabajo. Nunca se acordaba de mi cumpleaños. Y mantenía e...

Algernon Blackwood: Ancient lights

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From Southwater, where he left the train, theroad led due west. That he knew; for the rest hetrusted to luck, being one of those born w...

Ricardo Garibay: Para un álbum

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Me obsesiona esto —y tanto, que con frecuencia olvido que ya lo conté, y vuelvo a contarlo—: Cuatro amigos van al mar, vacaciones, muc...

Clark Ashton Smith: The Satyr

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Raoul, Comte de la Frenaie, was by nature the most unsuspicious of husbands. His lack of suspicion, perhaps, was partly lack of imagina...
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