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Parasite Planet

Wed, Mar 3, 2010

Luckily for “Ham” Hammond it was mid-winter when the mud-spout came.

The Tongue Cannot Tell

Wed, Dec 16, 2009

So much had been said, written and theorized about John Latimer and by comparison, so little about Elspeth Dawes, that this one account may well begin with her—begin in the parlor of her New York apartment at mid-afternoon on June 18 of last year, which year already bears in sensational journals the awesome title of the Year of the Conquest of Space.

With the Night Mail: A Story of 2000 A. D.

Sun, Nov 8, 2009

A nine o'clock of a gusty winter night I stood on the lower stages of one of the G.P.O. outward mail towers.

A Curious Fragment

Sun, Sep 6, 2009

The capitalist, or industrial oligarch, Roger Vanderwater, mentioned in the narrative, has been identified as the ninth in the line of the Vanderwaters that controlled for hundreds of years the cotton factories of the South.

The Ordeal of Doctor Trifulgas

Fri, Jun 26, 2009

WHOO-OO-OO . . . The wind is on the rampage.

The Specter General

Thu, May 14, 2009

“Sergeant Dixon!”

The Bell-Tower

Sun, Mar 1, 2009

In the south of Europe, nigh a once frescoed capital, now with dank mould cankering its bloom, central in a plain, stands what, at distance, seems the black mossed stump of some immeasurable pine, fallen, in forgotten days, with Anak and the Titan.

The Moon Pool

Tue, Jul 29, 2008

I am breaking a long silence to clear the name of Dr. David Throckmartin and to lift the shadow of scandal from that of his wife and of Dr. Charles Stanton, his assistant.

Pretty Quadroon

Mon, Jul 28, 2008

General Beauregard Courtney sat in his staff car atop a slight rise and watched the slow, meshing movement of his troops on the plains south of Tullahoma, Tennessee.

Micromegas

Mon, Jul 28, 2008

In one of those planets which revolve round the star named Sirius there was a young man of much wit with whom I had the honor to be acquainted during the last visit he made to our little anthill.

A Martian Odyssey

Tue, Apr 15, 2008

Jarvis stretched himself as luxuriously as he could in the cramped general quarters of the Ares.

A Modest Proposal

Fri, Mar 21, 2008

A Modest Proposal for preventing the children of poor people in Ireland, from being a burden on their parents or country, and for making them beneficial to the publick.

Born of the Sun

Sat, Feb 2, 2008

The deep song of a wide-open motor throbbed into the huge mahogany library—the first faint note of rising menace.

Unprofessional

Thu, Jan 17, 2008

Since Astronomy is even less remunerative than Architecture, it was well for Harries that an uncle of his had once bought a desert in a far country, which turned out to overlie oil.

A Holy Terror

Sun, Oct 14, 2007

There was an entire lack of interest in the latest arrival at Hurdy-Gurdy.

The Monster-God of Mamurth

Sun, Mar 18, 2007

Out of the desert night he came to us, stumbling into our little circle of firelight and collapsing at once.

Giant Killer

Fri, Feb 2, 2007

The Gnarly Man

Thu, Feb 1, 2007

Dr. Matilda Saddler first saw the gnarly man on the evening of June 14th , 1956, at Coney Island.

The Mark of the Beast

Sat, Dec 2, 2006

EAST of Suez, some hold, the direct control of Providence ceases; Man being there handed over to the power of the Gods and Devils of Asia, and the Church of England Providence only exercising an occasional and modified supervision in the case of Englishmen.

Home is the Hunter

Fri, Jun 16, 2006

There's nobody I can talk to except myself. I stand here at the head of the great waterfall of marble steps dropping into the reception hall below, and all my wives in all their jewels are waiting, for this is a Hunter's Triumph—my Triumph, Honest Roger Bellamy, Hunter.

A Matter of Fact

Wed, Jun 14, 2006

Once a priest, always a priest; once a mason, always a mason; but once a journalist, always and forever a journalist.

Research Alpha

Sat, Mar 18, 2006

Barbara Ellington felt the touch as she straightened up from the water cooler. It was the lightest of touches, but quite startling—momentary, tiny flick of something ice-cold against the muscle of her right arm at the shoulder.

Light of Other Days

Sat, Feb 18, 2006

Leaving the village behind, we followed the heady sweeps of the road up into a land of slow glass.

The Facts Concerning The Recent Carnival Of Crime In Connecticut

Fri, Feb 17, 2006

I was feeling blithe, almost jocund. I put a match to my cigar, and just then the morning's mail was handed in.

Pollock and the Porroh Man

Fri, Feb 10, 2006

It was in a swampy village on the lagoon river behind the Turner Peninsula that Pollock's first encounter with the Porroh man occurred

Lulu

Fri, Feb 10, 2006

The machine was a lulu.

That's what we called her: Lulu.

And that was our big mistake.



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