Science Fiction Stories

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."

Why bother building a time machine when there's something much easier to find right in your own kitchen?

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

The Empire of Toromon had finally declared war. The attacks on its planes had been nothing compared to the final insult-the kidnapping of the Crown Prince. The enemy must be dealt with, and when they were, Toromon would be able to get back on its economic feet.

To get the break of his life, all Reuben had to do was turn the death trap into a jackpot!

She was sweet, gentle, kind--a sort of Martian Old Mother Hubbard. But when she went to her cupboard.

The Leader is suffering from a fatal illness of pituitary gland. Technology is available for transplant of the gland from a human donor. But there is a glitch. Dr Lans, the only surgeon capable of performing the surgery, is in concentration camp...

Perhaps there have been causes for slaughter just as silly as this was--but try to find one!