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The Specter at the Feast
A quoted Bob Sanderson, as we stood LAS, poor Yorick. I knew him well,” with a group of fellow students gazing at the grinning ghastly thing of bones. It had arrived at the studio that morning and was already mounted in its corner terribly still, it stood, and with an air of serene dignity. But…
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MAN FROM THE WRONG TIME-TRACK
Uncanny Stories, April 1941 MAN FROM THE WRONG TIME-TRACK by Denis Plimmer Author of “Men of the Solar Legion,” etc. In midair the gigantic form seemed to stop! F OR immediate release! The statement which follows concerns the entire world, and for that reason I, Paul Dicey of Irving Place, New York City, am…
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The Lost Tablet of the Calderians
It was dark. David couldn’t read a word on the stone tablet. He fumbled through his knapsack pockets looking for a flashlight, or at least some matches. How many adventures had he and that knapsack been through, he couldn’t count that high, nor did he care. He just knew it’d always been with him, and…
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The Universe Box
The Universe Box “I think it’s done,” he said excitedly holding a box in his arms. She looked up disinterestedly from her oatmeal. “What is it this time?” “I’m not sure yet. I HAVEN’T TURNED IT ON, but I’m pretty sure it creates the universe.” “If you haven’t turned it on then how do you…
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The Ring of Arimanthi
The Ring of Arimanthi7 By Brittany Marie Ellis Mina Black stood alone in the moonlight underneath the arched window, staring up at the four-story building she would be robbing that night. She had planned this event for a month and now that the moment was here she felt the familiar flutter of nervous butterflies in…
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The Cable Monkey’s Nursemaid
The Cable Monkey’s Nursemaid By D.S. Maiorca “Cable monkey! Get out!” He shouted across the crowded bar. Rick knew the voice all too well. It was Jude Riot, roadie extreme, and his boss. He turned and nodded faking a surprised look hoping to pretend not to hear him. After all she was hot, really hot….
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Saving The Shamrock
SAVING THE SHAMROCK By Irene Montaner The lights were blinding. Wherever Fingula looked, hundreds of lights blinked. Some moving and some still; many yellowish, but some were red and a few even green. The first thing Fingula saw when her eyes adjusted to the bright luminescence of this place was the metallic column in the…
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The Knight in Tights
Another rush-hour crunch and boring forty-minute commute. Mouth breathing was the best way to avoid inhaling the stench of sweat, perfume, and cigarette smoke that lingered in the subway tunnel. I loosened my tie and unbuttoned the tiny top choker below the stiff collar of my dress shirt while waiting on the platform packed…
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A Midsummer Day’s Trip
The sign on my door reads Solomon Murphy and Co. Paranormal General Contracting. Monsters Mashed, Idols Trashed, Curses Lifted, Apparitions Evicted. No Magic Too Black, Weird Science a Speciality. It’s an odd way for a wizard to make his living I admit, but things aren’t like they used to be. No hiding out in dungeons,…