Novel-Classic Stories

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!

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.

He knew his wife was dead, because he'd seen her buried. But it was only one possibility out of infinitely many!

Consider the poor mailman of the future. To "sleet and snow and dead of night"--things that must not keep him from his appointed rounds--will be added, sub-zero void, meteors, and planets that won't stay put. Maybe he'll decide that for six cents an ounce it just ain't worth it.