Must have been nine, maybe eight, when first I learned about those Martians. Relying upon the primitive television devised by humans, my cousin Tamara and I were witness to the frightening arrivals of their deadly saucer ships, and we gaped at the destruction they wreaked, with their murderous heat beams…

It didn’t seem possible, that I could become a nobody at such an early age — so the old cliché is correct: Dreams can sometimes come true.

“Here we go,” I heard Nate grumble, under his breath, as three late-teens girls, smiling and filled with nervous energy, approached us as…

You believe that justice has been thwarted, that your efforts to bring your fugitive to custody have been in vain. I believe, Marshal, that I can shed some light on the recent events, if you will bear with me. …

“I’ve a hankering,” said Cynthia Merlo, as she put their baby down for his nap, “to fire off a letter to my long-dead Sal.”

“Whose idea was that?” Dennis Merlo gasped, after a disconcerting sort of trance-like pause, during which he may have been processing not just her remark but…

“When she is too loud, I simply say: ‘A lua está muito cheia esta noite.’ That seems to quiet her right — oh, now you’ve gone and done it. The devil has heard me speak her name, and thus, her horns grow! Have to switch over, Meu amigo, to her…

Working up my nerve, as I clutched the armrests of my chair until my fingers throbbed, I said to the people behind those weary-but-interested faces in my circle, “My name is Pauline,” smiled patiently through a halfhearted chorus of, “Hi, Pauline,” before I finished up my introduction: “and I am…

A soft scraping, issuing from somewhere just on the outer side of the bedroom window, skree-eeee, skree-eeee, was just barely audible, but it jolted the girl like a boom. The branches outside of the Eads house had often brushed up against the window, but the pale-blond girl had snapped them…

The heatstruck man kept on insisting that the stars were wrong, to anyone who would listen. Except, of course, that at first, when he staggered into a small roadside diner, nobody would listen to him say much more than that.

One concerned waitress dialed the emergency number, and soon, the…

The second-story man turned out to be… a woman, of substantial temerity and aptitude. Not only was she able to determine, in the darkness of a mid-October night in 1937, the exact fire escape, and floor, of the room she was intent upon infiltrating; she was able to sidestep the…

Eric Wolf

Ink-slinger. Photo-grapher. Southpaw. These are stories of Fantasy, Science Fiction and other genres. Thank you for your interest — We do validate parking. (-;

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