Novel-Classic Stories

"I'd give a year off my life to...." Idle talk now, but it was ghastly reality to Kent!

The weatherman was always right: Temperature, 59; humidity, 47%; occasional light showers--but of what?

The people of Par'si'ya forgot their God, and worshipped only murder, and sin. But then the virgin Too-che gave birth to a male child....

"... to live you must feed on the living"

There are certain rare individuals in this world who seem bereft of all common sense. These are the people who set their eyes upon an objective and immediately all intelligence, logic, good advice, unsolvable problems, and insurmountable obstacles go completely by the boards. The characters we refer to are obviously are just plain stupid. What they want to do, just can't be done.

When you took pot luck with this kitchen scientist, not even the poor pot was lucky!

Strange how often the Millennium has been at hand. The idea is peace on Earth, see, and the way to do it is by figuring out angles.

Mr. Coombes was sick of life. He walked away from his unhappy home, and, sick not only of his own existence but of everybody else's, turned aside down Gaswork Lane to avoid the town, and, crossing the wooden bridge that goes over the canal to Starling's Cottages, was presently alone in the damp pine woods and out of sight and sound of human habitation. He would stand it no longer. He repeated aloud with blasphemies unusual to him that he would stand it no longer...

In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man, of course, is king. But how about a live wire, a smart businessman, in a civilization of 100% pure chumps?

Dang vines! Beats all how some plants have no manners--but what do you expect, when they used to be men!