Requiem by Robert H. Heinline (1940)
Length: Seventeen Pages
Genre: Science Fiction-Space Travel-Romance
Short Summary-No Spoiler
Robert H. Heinline answers the question; "Can an old man travel in space?"
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Adrian Berg, R.A. (b. 1929)The Lake, Kew Gardens, Summer, Night 1984 |
Mr. B. was a stout youngish man who hadn't been able—worse luck—to chuck his job and join the Army; he'd tried for four years to get another chap to take his place but it was no go. He sat at the head of the table reading the Daily Mail. Mrs. B. was a youngish plump little body, rather like a pigeon. She sat opposite, preening herself behind the coffee set and keeping an eye of warning love on little B. who perched between them, swathed in a napkin and tapping the top of a soft-boiled egg.
Zora Neale Hurston—novelist, folklorist, and anthropologist—was known during the Harlem Renaissance for her wit, irreverence, and folk writing style. She won second prize in the 1925 literary contest of the Urban League’s journal, Opportunity, for her short story “Spunk,” which also appeared in The New Negro.
“Ain’t cher? Well, night befo‘ las’ was the fust night Spunk an‘ Lena moved together an’ jus‘ as they was goin’ to bed, a big black bob-cat, black all over, you hear me, black, walked round and round that house and howled like forty, an‘ when Spunk got his gun an’ went to the winder to shoot it he says it stood right still an‘ looked him in the eye, an’ howled right at him. The thing got Spunk so nervoused up he couldn’t shoot. But Spunk says twan’t no bob-cat nohow. He says it was Joe done sneaked back from Hell! ”
(Part Four) In the Sotrmy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The brodad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
Over Toward Camelot;
Downs she came and found a boat
Beneath a Willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote,
The Lady of Shalott.
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The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
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Illustration by Gregory D. Rothbard Possible Christmas Sweater Design? Might Work! |
"’Cause I don’t want it to be like last year."
Tonya sighed heavily and rubbed at her temples. She’d been hearing this same tirade from her son for an entire year now. "Henry, there was nothing wrong with what you got from Santa last year."
"I asked for an X Box, and he gave me a Playstation. It’s not the same."
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Sketch by Gregory D. Rothbard |
Through the door she saw hundreds of poinsettias, clustered around the small chapel. The red-and-green centerpiece on the altar blossomed like a holiday garden. White candles, wreathed with pine, flickered on the sides of the pews. Collagework covered the walls–thousands of pictures, carefully clipped from bridal magazines. Green garlands edged the windows at the chapel’s sides, framing the snowy scene outdoors. Red and green ribbons draped down from the ceiling, connected to a suspended cluster of–
“Mistletoe!” she exclaimed.
Now she had to hold herself together like a vase glued with elementary school-paste, until there was a time and a place to be vulnerable.
A quote from the short story by James Patrick Kelley the Best Christmas Ever. Kelley presents a story of the last remaining man, and his heart ache for someone to share Christmas with. The story is modeled after Capra's Wonderful Life. Caveat Lector: Some of the material is not suitable for young children, but the overall feel is fantastic.
She hadn't done Christmas in almost eight months.She'd given him a Gone With The Wind Halloween and a Fourth of July with whistling busters, panoramas, phantom balls, and double-break shells, but those were only stopgaps. The man needed cookies, he needed presents, he was absolutely aching for a sleigh filled with Christmas cheer.
Deserted by her father, the poor girl sat down under a fir-tree at the edge of the forest and began to weep silently. Suddenly she heard a faint sound: it was King Frost springing from tree to tree, and cracking his fingers as he went. At length he reached the fir-tree beneath which she was sitting, and with a crisp crackling sound he alighted beside her, and looked at her lovely face.
"At that moment the door flew open, and she rushed out to meet her daughter, and as she took her frozen body in her arms she too was chilled to death."