The Wealth of Echindul by Noel Miller Loomis

Author: Noel Miller Loomis
Published: 1952
Language: English
Wordcount: 8,218 / 30 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 86
LoC Category: PS

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Genres: Short Story, Science Fiction, Post-1930

ed the door. Nellie was a Martian, a century-plant, and nobody knew whether it was he or she or whether it made any difference, but they called it “she” and they called it “Nellie.”

Grant went in. Nellie’s leaves rustled and that queer whispery voice came from her. “Do you want a cot?”

“I’ll have a room this time,” said Grant. “How much?”

“A buck,” said Nellie’s leaves. “Pay now.”

She collected. He took his diving-suit to the room. He didn’t like the smell of cabbage and garlic, and the fumes of chlorine were so strong he nearly choked. A Saturnian must be pickling insects somewhere up on the second floor. He sat down. He was starved but he didn’t want to go outside until he had a chance to figure things out. He thought maybe the first thing to do was to see Netse.

From the sounds he thought the two girls across the hall were getting ready to go out. He lay down on the bed to rest.

At ten o’clock they left, jabbering. It was good to hear Earth-people talk, even if it

The Helpful Hand of God by Tom Godwin

The helpful hand of God… can be very helpful indeed. But of course, it’s long been known that God helps those who wisely help themselves…

Author: Tom Godwin
Published: 1961
Language: English
Wordcount: 9,134 / 34 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 77
LoC Category: PS

Downloads: 1,896
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Genres: Short Story, Science Fiction, Post-1930

“And why do you carry guns?” he asked.

“Because all along our frontier lines are rhino-stags, cliff bears, thunder hawks, and a lot of other overgrown carnivora that don’t like us–that’s why.”

“I see.” He took the pistol from his belt and held it out to her. “Go back to your mountains, where you belong, before you do something to get yourself executed.”

* * * * *

Y’Nor, waiting impatiently in the ship, was grimly pleased by the news of Brenn’s change of attitude.

“Exactly as I predicted, as you no doubt recall. How long until they can have a thousand units of fuel produced?”

“Larue estimated fourteen days at best.”

Y’Nor tapped his thick fingers on his desk, scowling thoughtfully. “As little as seven extra days might force Vogar to accept the Alkorian peace terms because of lack of fuel–the natives can work twice as hard as they expected to. Tell old Brenn they will be given exactly seven days from sunrise tomorrow.

“And summon Dalon and Graver

Off Course by Dallas McCord Reynolds

Shure and begorra, it was a great day for the Earth! The first envoy from another world was about to speak–that is, if he could forget that horse for a minute….

Author: Dallas McCord Reynolds (Mack Reynolds)
Published: 1954
Language: English
Wordcount: 3,759 / 18 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 60.1
LoC Category: PZ

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Genres: Short Story, Science Fiction, Post-1930

“Glork is right,” Dermott swallowed.

Tim Casey closed his mouth with an effort. “Do you mind the color of his face?” he blurted.

“How could I help it?”

Dameri Tass rubbed a blue-nailed pink hand down his purplish countenance and yawned again. “Gorra manigan horp soratium,” he said.

Patrolman Dermott and Patrolman Casey shot stares at each other. “‘Tis double talk he’s after givin’ us,” Casey said.

Dameri Tass frowned. “Harama?” he asked.

Larry Dermott pushed his cap to the back of his head. “That doesn’t sound like any language I’ve even heard about.”

Vital Ingredient by Charles V. De Vet

Author: Charles V. De Vet
Published: 1952
Language: English
Wordcount: 3,994 / 19 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 58.1
LoC Category: PZ

Downloads: 972
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Genres: Short Story, Science Fiction, Post-1930

But as far as I can see we’ve forgotten nothing, have we, Toolls?”

“Nothing,” Toolls answered. “No–we forgot nothing.”

* * * * *

But Toolls was wrong. They had forgotten one thing. A minor detail, relatively….

On Toolls’ world his race, in the course of its evolution, had adjusted itself to its own particular environment. Logically, the final result was that they evolved into beings best able to survive in that environment. As such their food–a “heavy,” highly concentrated food–was ideally suited to supply the needs of their “heavy,” tremendously avid organisms.

Orville Pollnow had no such food available. His body–no larger than before–had an Earth mass of one hundred and eighty thousand pounds. One hundred and eighty thousand pounds–the weight of twelve hundred average sized men–of fiercely burning, intense virility. Even continuous eating–of his own world’s food–could not supply the demands of that body.

Twenty-four hours after the aliens left, Pollnow wa

The Weakling by Everett B. Cole

Author: Everett B. Cole
Published: 1961
Language: English
Wordcount: 17,908 / 58 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 69.2
LoC Category: PZ

Downloads: 1,425
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Genres: Short Story, Science Fiction, Post-1930

ncerning themselves with studies more likely to give them preferment or more immediate personal gain.

Of course, the wasteland wasn’t entirely unknown, not to him, at least. He had viewed the area personally. There were hilltops on the Estates from which ordinary eyesight would penetrate far into the dead area, even though the more powerful and accurate parasight was stopped at its borders. Yes, he had seen the affected area.

He had noted that much of it had regained a measure of fertility. There was life now–some of it his own meat lizards who had wandered across the river and out of his control. And he had even seen some of the escaped pseudomen slinking through the scrub growth and making their crudely primitive camps.

“Savages!” he told himself. “Mere animals. And one can’t do a thing about them, so long as they let that dead area persist.”

Eventually, the scholars had reported, the dead areas would diminish and fade from existence. He smiled bitterly. Here was a nice evasion-

Flamedown by Horace Brown Fyfe

Author: Horace Brown Fyfe
Published: 1961
Language: English
Wordcount: 2,486 / 15 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 53.3
LoC Category: PS

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Genres: Short Story, Science Fiction, Post-1930

him. Vaguely, he could sense–“remember” was too definite–much tugging and hauling upon his supine body. It doubtless seemed justifiable, but he flinched from recalling more clearly that which must have been so extremely unpleasant.

Gently, now, he tried rolling his head a few inches right, then left. When it hurt only one-tenth as much as he feared, he let his eyes open.

“Hel-lo!” rasped the bulbous creature squatting beside his pallet.

Charlie shut his eyes quickly, and very tightly.

Something with a dampish, spongy tip, probably one of the grape-red tentacles he had glimpsed, prodded his shoulder.

Hel-lo!” insisted the scratchy voice.

Charlie peeped warily, was trapped at it, and opened his eyes resignedly.

“Where’n’ell am I?” he inquired.

It sounded very trite, even in his confused condition. Sections of the dark red skin b

Of Time and Texas by William F. Nolan

Twenty-eight-year-old William Nolan, another newcomer to the field, introduces us to the capricious Time Door of Professor C. Cydwick Ohms, guaranteed to solve the accumulated problems of the world of the year 2057. Open the C. Cydwick Ohms Time Door, take but a single step, and–

Author: William F. Nolan
Published: 1956
Language: English
Wordcount: 1,721 / 12 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 42.8
LoC Category: PS

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Genres: Short Story, Science Fiction, Post-1930

ibbon of pipe-smoke and rocking back on his heels, “–I intend to solve the greatest problem facing mankind today. Colonizing the Polar Wastes was a messy and fruitless business. And the Enforced Birth Control Program couldn’t be enforced. Overpopulation still remains the thorn in our side. Gentlemen–” He paused to look each of the assembled reporters in the eye. “–there is but one answer.”

“Mass annihilation?” quavered a cub reporter.

“Posh, boy! Certainly not!” The professor bristled. “The answer is–TIME!”

“Time?”

“Exactly,” nodded Ohms. With a dramatic flourish he swept aside a red velvet drape–to reveal a tall structure of gleaming metal. “As witness!”

“Golly, what’s that thing?” queried the cub.

“This thing,” replied the professor acidly, “–is the C. Cydwick Ohms Time Door.”

“Whillikers, a Time Machine!”

“Not so, not s

The Master’s Indwelling by Andrew Murray

The following papers were in substance delivered by the author in a series of addresses at the Northfield Conference of 1895, but later rewritten and revised by him for this permanent and authorized publication.

Author: Andrew Murray
Published: 1953
Language: English
Wordcount: 45,283 / 122 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 73.8
LoC Category: BL

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mnybks.net#: 13488
Genres: Religion, Post-1930

as spiritual men.”

A man does not get converted without having conviction of sin. When that conviction of sin comes, and his eyes are opened, he learns to be afraid of his sin, and to flee from it to Christ, and to accept Christ as a mighty deliverer. But a man needs a second conviction of sin; a believer must be convicted of his peculiar sin. The sins of an unconverted man are different from the sins of a believer. An unconverted man, for instance, is not ordinarily convicted of the corruption of his nature; he thinks principally about external sins,–“I have sworn, been a liar, and I am on the way to hell.” He is then convicted for conversion. But the believer is in quite a different condition. His sins are far more blamable, for he has had the light and the love and the Spirit of God given to him. His sins are far deeper. He has striven to conquer them and he has grown to see that his nature is utterly corrupt, that the carnal mind, the flesh, within him, is making his whole state utterly wretched.