Science Fiction Stories

One final lesson--a dying man's last letter to his only son that completes the young man's education.

That the gentleman in question was a nut was beyond question. He was an institutionalized psychotic. He was nutty enough to think he could make an atom bomb out of modeling clay!

"Nothing could be done. The thing was universal and beyond our human knowledge or control. It was death for young and old, for weak and strong, for rich and poor, without hope or possibility of escape." Must Professor George Challenger and friends, barricaded in a room, see Earth die? As globe passes through a belt of poisonous ether, terror sweeps mankind; cities riot; communications cease

At five o'clock Ed Loyce washed up, tossed on his hat and coat, got his car out and headed across town toward his TV sales store. He was tired. His back and shoulders ached from digging dirt out of the basement and wheeling it into the back yard. But for a forty-year-old man he had done okay. Janet could get a new vase with the money he had saved; and he liked the idea of repairing the foundations himself.

Out of the flow of time there appears to Commander John Hanson a man of mystery from the forgotten past.

You're all alone in a deserted city. You walk down an empty street, yearning for the sight of one living face--one moving figure. Then you see a man on a corner and you know your terror has only begun.

Lost in the vast Scorpion Desert of Venus, he needed all the courage a man could own--and every bit of credit he could raise!

Of all the irksome, frustrating, maddening discoveries--was there no way of keeping it discovered?

He knew his wife was dead, because he'd seen her buried. But it was only one possibility out of infinitely many!

To live different and exciting lives, all I had to do was sign here--and give up my own life!