Science Fiction Stories

Hudson lay in his sleeping bag, staring at the sky. It bothered him a lot. There was not one familiar constellation, not one star that he could name with any certainty. This juggling of the stars, he thought, emphasized more than anything else in this ancient land the vast gulf of years which lay between him and the Earth where he had been-or would be-born.

What more fitting place for the last man on Earth to live in than a museum? Now if only he could avoid becoming an exhibit himself!

Mary might have learned a more ladylike trade, but one thing is certain: she had a shining faith in that space guy from Earth. Now, about that cake she baked.

The isolated little group they found were doing fine-- but their religion was most strange--and yet quite logical!

There was nothing, especially on Earth, which could set him free--the truth least of all!

Hunting down the beast, under the best of circumstances, was dangerous. But in this little police operation, the conditions required the use of inadequate means!

Short stories edited by Ray Bradbury!

There had to be a way for Sub-Archivist Clarey to get up in the world--but this way was right out of the tri-di dramas.

A scientist, an unemployed man and a cat lady read an advertisement about a secret society from a magazine. They all answer it for various, but different, reasons and get somewhat different return mailings. It turns out that there really IS a real ancient secret society with scientific secrets, and it is drafting new researchers.

By accident Bobby discovered the rocket was about to be shot to the Moon. Naturally he wanted to go along. But could he smuggle himself aboard?