Science Fiction Stories

The entities were utterly, ambitiously evil; their line of defense, apparently, was absolutely impregnable.

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.

In the underground caverns of the Selom, Dr. Bird once again locks wills with the subversive genius, Saranoff.

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