Science Fiction Stories

He knew the city was organized for his individual defense, for it had been that way since he was born. But who was his enemy?

This was love, and what could be done about it? It's been happening to guys for a long time, now.

A man may be a scoundrel, a crook, a high-phased confidence man, and still work toward a great dream which will be worth far more than the momentary damage his swindles cost.

If you cannot get the "good old days" out of your mind, there is only one person to blame--Edgar's grandmother!

See what happens when two conchologists get caught in a necromantic nightmare of their own.

Have you ever written science fiction? Have your stories been rejected? Herein may lie the reason.

I admit it: I didn't know if I was coming or going--but I know that if I stuck to the old man, I was a comer. even if he was a goner!

No self-respecting artist can object to suffering for his art. but not in a society where art is outdated by technology!

The slingshot was, I believe, one of the few weapons of history that wasn't used in the last war. That doesn't mean it won't be used in the next!

When a country is as champion-conscious as America, it's surprising that no one has yet developed the ultimate contest. Dr. McClatchie, whose recent novel, "The Last Vial," established him as a top-ranking sf writer, now tells us the engaging story of the geneticists' search for.