Novel-Classic Stories

Tack power drives on a sewing circle and you can needle the world into the darndest mess!

One can't be too cautious about the people one meets in Tangier. They're all weirdies of one kind or another. Me? Oh, I'm A Stranger Here Myself

Keeping this cargo meant death--to jettison it meant to make flotsam and jetsam of a world!

Every boy should be able to whistle, except, of course, Martians. But this one did!

Sometimes you can solve your problem by running out on it!

The cars on high-speed highways must follow each other like sheep. And they need shepherds. The highway police cruiser of tomorrow however must be massively different-- as different as the highways themselves!

Dave stared around the office. He went to the window and stared upwards at the crazy patchwork of the sky. For all he knew, in such a sky there might be cracks. In fact, as he looked, he could make out a rift, and beyond that a... hole... a small patch where there was no color, and yet the sky there was not black. There were no stars there, though points of light were clustered around the edges, apparently retreating.

Captain Brandon was a pioneer. He explored the far reaches of space and reported back on how things were out there. So it was pretty disquieting to find out that the "far reaches of space" knew more about what went on at home than he did.

Nothing in the world could be happier and mere serene than a man who loves his work--but what happens when it loves him back?

Hell may have no fury like a woman scorned, but the fury of a biochemist scorned is just as great --and much more fiendish.