Science Fiction Stories

Have you found out about the Big Engine? It's all around us, you know--can't you hear it even now?

I hear a step outside. It is our Targa guide, the man who in three days is to lead us across the unknown plateaus of the mysterious Imoschaoch. The lamp casts a yellow light on the paper. Strange fate, which, I never knew exactly why, decided one day when I was a lad of sixteen that I should prepare myself for Saint Cyr, and gave me there André de Saint-Avit as classmate. A great insect has flown in through the window. It is an African May bug, big, black, with spots of livid grey...

Sound the fanfare! Beat the drums! Shout hosannas! Here he comes....

Shadows haunted the dying alleys. Madness stalked the wide streets. And what lay at the city's heart?

A scientist creates a serum which can bring humans back to life.

Now, if the animal we know as a cow were to evolve into a creature with near-human intelligence, so that she thought of herself as a "person".

A manuscript is found: filled with small, precise writing and smelling of pit-water, it tells the story of an old recluse and his strange home - and its even stranger, jade-green double, seen by the recluse on an otherworldly plain where gigantic gods and monsters roam.

Here is a modern tale of an inner-directed sorcerer and an outer-directed sorcerer's apprentice.

This world was a setup for any man who wanted to get along--provided one had enough victims to toss to the wolves!

"I could change, you see, and take things as all sorts of odd characters. If I was spotted and followed, I'd try to duck in an alley or a doorway and change again. The clothes are extra. Sometimes I could hide clothes in a lot. Most of the time, though, I'd have to change into something new. A bird, a cat. Then I'd carry what I had stolen in my beak or around my neck. Once I copped an umbrella and changed into a big dog and went off with it in my mouth."