Novel-Classic Stories

At five o'clock Ed Loyce washed up, tossed on his hat and coat, got his car out and headed across town toward his TV sales store. He was tired. His back and shoulders ached from digging dirt out of the basement and wheeling it into the back yard. But for a forty-year-old man he had done okay. Janet could get a new vase with the money he had saved; and he liked the idea of repairing the foundations himself.

Out of the flow of time there appears to Commander John Hanson a man of mystery from the forgotten past.

You're all alone in a deserted city. You walk down an empty street, yearning for the sight of one living face--one moving figure. Then you see a man on a corner and you know your terror has only begun.

Of all the irksome, frustrating, maddening discoveries--was there no way of keeping it discovered?

The sand-thing was powerful, lonely and strange. No doubt it was a god--but who wasn't?

Just a one-eyed dog named Charlie and a crippled boy named Joey--but between them they changed the face of the universe. perhaps.

Just because you can "see" something doesn't mean you understand it--and that can mean that even perfect telepathy isn't perfect communication....

Eight students of telepathy go mad and their instructor is a vegetable. That makes the instructor the perfect person to work out the bugs in his system.

One final lesson--a dying man's last letter to his only son that completes the young man's education.

That the gentleman in question was a nut was beyond question. He was an institutionalized psychotic. He was nutty enough to think he could make an atom bomb out of modeling clay!