Science Fiction Stories

Civilizations must make sense somehow. But was this one the gaudy, impossible exception?

The sand-thing was powerful, lonely and strange. No doubt it was a god--but who wasn't?

The first man to return from beyond the Great Frontier may be welcomed. but will it be as a curiosity, rather than as a hero...?

Given psi powers like clairvoyance and telepathy, solving problems of sabotage would be easy, of course. That is, it seems that way at first thought!_

Being an account of their Adventures in the Strange places of the Earth, after the foundering of the good ship Glen Carrig through striking upon a hidden rock in the unknown seas to the Southward. As told by John Winterstraw, Gent., to his Son James Winterstraw, in the year 1757.

An alien soldier tries to get a guide to take him to his rescue point, but he has managed to pick a con-man. The guide repeatedly tries to steal the alien's pack of goodies, which he recognizes as the titular survival kit, in the hopes of selling it off as advanced tech.

The sixty stories of the perfectly constructed Colossus building had mysteriously crashed! What was the connection between this catastrophe and the weird strains of the Mad Musician's violin?

Helpless, doomed, into the graveyard of space floats the wrecked freighter Pallas.

The tragic misadventure of a man to whom the sky became an appalling abyss, drawing him ever upward.

General David Walker looked up again at the seamed face of the Chief of Staff, General Marcus Meriwether. "This could be serious," he said slowly, with a sick sense of the statement's inadequacy. An old tic suddenly returned, tugging at the left corner of his mouth. The deadly, unsmiling expression on Meriwether's face did not change as he slid more tightly into his chair. "You know as well as I that it means the Interplanetary Confederation is ready to go to war with us."