Science Fiction Stories

Man, it would appear, can adapt to any form of society. but not one in which the knowledge of extending life becomes a passport to death!

Fangs of the Wolf World. Across half a Galaxy, the Terran Empire maintains its sovereignty with the consent of the governed. It is a peaceful reign, held by compact and not by conquest. Again and again, when rebellion threatens the Terran Peace, the natives of the rebellious world have turned against their own people and sided with the men of Terra; not from fear, but from a sense of dedication.

Armed with splinters of steel, two ant-sized men dare the formidable mysteries of a termitary.

Gideon and Martha Sawyer return from their 5 year trip to the asteroid belt. They have a family with children and are looking for a home.

A story in the Gabatrix Series (TheUniverseofCMed) Universe
Set in 2350, the Terrorists of Batrice continues not long after the Silver Rain. A brother of a fallen man resides in the great Fort Batrice. Recovering from such a loss, it is quickly shattered as an explosion occurs on the great space station. Please read the disclaimers before reading the story. The story contains: Swearing, Space, Science Fiction, Future, Sex, Love, War, Violence, Blood, Interspecies, Male Human, Female Aliens, Scalie, Human/Alien Sex, M/FF

A man retired from a secret government agency, hoped that his time with them was through. Little did he know that an enemy from the past was still on earth.

Logic's a wonderful thing; by logical analysis, one can determine the necessary reason for the existence of a dead city of a very high order on an utterly useless planet. Obviously a shipping transfer point! Necessarily...

Explorers who dread spiders and snakes prove that heroism is always more heroic to outsiders. Then there's the case of the first space pilot to Mars who developed the itch

When you've had your ears pinned back in a bowknot, it's sometimes hard to remember that an intelligent people has no respect for a whipped enemy. but does for a fairly beaten enemy.

Kirby did not know what mountains they were. He did know that the Mannlicher bullets of eleven bad Mexicans were whining over his head and whizzing past the hoofs of his galloping, stolen horse. The shots were mingled with yelps which pretty well curdled his spine. In the circumstances, the unknown range of snow mountains towering blue and white beyond the arid, windy plateau, offering he could not tell what dangers, seemed a paradise.