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Bring Back My Brain!
by Dwight V. SwainThe face came with the laughter, floating through the swirling radiance as a shadow drifts through fog. Hollow-cheeked, hollow-eyed, hairless as a sand-scoured, tide-washed skull, it hovered before Dane like a living death's-head, closer than ever before.Where previously had he known this Being-Without-A-Name, Dane wondered? What malicious trick of..
Children of the Chronotron
by Bryce WaltonWhen their sun began to wane, the Xlarnans at first retreated underground to hoard the heat and life-supporting energies which their nuclear generators could supply. But as their world grew colder, century after century, they devised a means of creating a substitute for the ionosphere—a protective layer of radioactive gases in the upper reaches of ..
Armageddon, 1970
by Robert W. KreppsThey tried to kill Alan Rackham about an hour after he had seen the accident. They bungled the job. They shot at him from ambush—with an ordinary automatic pistol—as he was walking up to his house; and Brave, who had a sixth sense for danger which never failed him, knocked Alan over at the very instant of the shot and sprawled across him, a great s..
A Lad of Mettle
by Nat GouldLessons were over for the day, and the boys at Redbank School came running with shouts and whoops of joy into the playing-fields. They were like young colts freed from restraint for a few hours, and eager to make the most of their liberty.Redbank was the home of brilliant cricketers and all-round athletes. Many a noted cricketer had received his fi..
The Weapon From Eternity
by Dwight V. SwainA name to conjure with, Ktar Wassreck. Master of robots, master of raiders. The brain of a genius in a pain-shriveled body. A mind that had fathomed the key to the star-stones; courage to strike even through Oyo's flame-death, staking his soul for Jarl Corvett at Horla.And here were his robots—towering metal monsters, set shoulder to shoulder. He d..
Cinders
by W. C. TuttleAlicia was bored to distraction. This was not her idea of a good time. She had been communing with nature too long for one of her disposition. She wanted some one to make eyes at, except a perspiring brakeman, who swore openly at everything connected with the railroad business.And with everybody in this pleasant mood, the train jerked to a stop at ..
Creepin’ Tintypes
by W. C. TuttleThere ain’t no question but what me and “Dirty Shirt” Jones would like to go back to Piperock. Sort of a call of the wild, I reckon, and at that there ain’t many places wilder than Piperock.Me and Dirty started in to help “Scenery” Sims, the sheriff, put “Tombstone” Todd in jail. It was dark and Scenery didn’t have no handcuffs, so me and Dirty hel..
The Cruise of the Training Ship
by Upton SinclairThe speaker, a tall, heavily-built youth in a naval cadet uniform, grinned complacently into the upturned face of a youngster lying stretched out upon the orlop deck of the Naval Academy practice ship Monongahela.The victim, for such his uncomfortable position and bound arms proclaimed him to be, was much younger than his chief tormentor, and was, ..