Low Men in Yellow Coats.
Xander ,'End of Days'
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.
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.)
Oh, The Open Window! Good to be reminded of that one.
That's it, DJ!
Yes. Being a Rand fan in middle school is my secret shame.
I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream is a specific Harlan Ellison that sticks in my mind, but much of his stuff is brilliant.
And I've had the shit scared out of me by Stephen King's shorter works, but his short stories are the length of a normal person's shorter novel.