Science Fiction Stories

When but a child of seven my uncle placed me in a private school in which one of the so-called redeemed sub-sailors was a teacher of the German language. As I look back now, in the light of my present knowledge, I better comprehend the docile humility and carefully nurtured ignorance of this man.

Destiny reached out a hand to Algernon Weaver--but he was a timid man, at first. But on the strange world of Terranova, there was much to be learned--of destiny, and other things....

Let the dead past bury its dead? Not while I am alive, it won't!

The ideal way to deal with a pest--any menace--is, of course, to make it useful to you....

No doubt whatever about it, I had the Indian sign on me. my comfortably untidy world had suddenly turned into a monstrosity of order!

Does your wife call you Pumpkinhead? Well, maybe it's _not_ an insult; it might be a pet name. Ah--but _whose_ pet name?

He had striven to perfect the faultless man of the future, and had succeeded--too well. For in the pitilessly cold eyes of Adam, his super-human creation, Dr. Mundson saw only contempt--and annihilation--for the human race.

Early morning deliveries were part of the Honeychile Bakery Service. But on this particular morning the service was reversed!

Interplanetary commerce, if and when it begins, will be fraught with all of the dangers that accompany pioneering expeditions. There will be the terrible climatic conditions on other worlds to be faced, strange beasts and plants; and perhaps desperate and greedy men. That was the case when every new land was opened on Earth and it may be expected to be true when we conquer the solar planets.

Orthedrin, maxiton and glutamic acid--they were the prescription that made him king of his world!