Science Fiction Stories

A grim tale of a future in which everyone is desperate to escape reality, and a hero who wants to have his wine and drink it, too.

Sick and helpless, he was very lucky to have a faithful native woman to nurse him. Or was he?

You too can be a Qurono. All you need do is geoplanct. All you need know is when to stop!

A story in the Warhammer 40K Universe
A parade, on a drill square.

Psychopathology has offered possible answers to why, from time to time, people in large quantities "see" strange things in the sky which manage to evade trained scientific observers, or conform to what is known about the behavior of falling or flying bodies. And mass hysteria is by no means a product of the present century. But--what if these human foibles were deliberately being exploited?

They didn't exactly hold a gun at anybody's head; all they offered was help. Of course, they did sort of encourage people to ask for help....

She Was Just a Crazy Brat--or Was She?

There were two varieties of aliens--blue and bluer--but not as blue as the Earthmen!

Mr. Hinchcliff looked up, hearing imperfectly. He had been lost in the rapt contemplation of the college cap tied by a string to his portmanteau handles-the outward and visible sign of his newly-gained pedagogic position-in the rapt appreciation of the college cap and the pleasant anticipations it excited. For Mr. Hinchcliff had just matriculated at London University, and was going to be junior assistant at the Holmwood Grammar School-a very enviable position.

Adventure is relative to one's previous experience. Sometimes, in fact, you can't even be sure you're having or not having one!