Short Story General

In general, Edgar Allen Poe's. The Fall of the House of Usher, the Maelstrom, the murders in the rue morgue. Good prose, good story.

Honestly though The Dead by James Joyce is the GOAT.
>A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly on the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned softly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

>>9657243
damn that is nice

>>9657227
The Blue Hotel
A Clean, Well-Lighted Place
A Shower of Gold