DJ is it We the Living?
'Selfless'
Natter 56: ...we need the writers.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Repent, Harlequin, Said the Tick-Tock Man
Sherlock Holmes, particularly The Speckled Band and The Five Orange Pips. The Purloined Letter. Asimov's The Ugly Little Boy.
A Christmas Carol.
Low Men in Yellow Coats.
Shambleau. The Yellow Wallpaper. Who Am I This Time?
And one by James Tiptree, Jr., that I can't remember the name of offhand, but it was about a woman stuck on a mid-range transport spaceship who ends up going mad and killing her male crewmates and taking the ship to a distant planet that she has been dreaming about all her life and finding her soul mate there. But, due to the fact that the planet's atmosphere was poisonous to her, her mate and she were only able to commune through the window until she finally opened the door and they were able to touch for the first time right before she died. Very touching.
Ooh. Tiptree's The Women That Men Don't See.
eta: This is not the one you're thinking of. You just reminded me.)
The Open Window by Saki. A to Z Through the Chocolate Alphabet by Harlan Ellison. The Girl Who Was Plugged In by James Tiptree, Jr.
And, of course, Homecoming by Ray Bradbury.
We the Living?
No that's a novel. Anthem?
The Anthem Sprinters. The Wonderful Ice Cream Suit. (Yeah, I think "all of Bradbury" will cover it.)