Showing results for "Sanctuary" in Short Stories

In The Bookshop with No Clock, a traveler steps through a fog-covered alley and into a quiet shop where time itself has learned to rest. There are no ticking hands, no closing hours—only the hush of turning pages, the scent of aged paper, and a shopkeeper who understands that some books find their readers when the heart is ready. This is a gentle story about discovery, memory, and the slow rhythm of calm returning to a hurried mind. Within this bookshop, every creak of the wooden floor and flicker of amber light invites the listener to slow down.

The Sanctuary, a story of Satanism. "There was a thump on the ceiling overhead as if someone had fallen, and without a word we ran upstairs into Francis's bedroom. The door of the wardrobe where the vestments were kept was open, some lay on the floor. The panel was open, too, but within it was dark. In terror at what might meet our eyes, I felt for the switch and turned the light on..."