91 stories
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H. G. Wells-
1.1K
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75 parts
A creeping dread permeates the English countryside as a new hunger awakens, not for earthly sustenance, but for a blossoming, alien evolutio... -
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H. G. Wells-
963
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98 parts
Dust motes dance in the perpetual twilight of these stories, each a fractured reflection in a cracked looking-glass. Wells doesn't offer gra... -
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H. G. Wells-
932
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78 parts
A creeping dread descends with the celestial visitor. Not fire and brimstone, but a subtle, insidious unraveling of the familiar. England, p... -
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Poul Anderson-
890
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105 parts
Dust motes dance in the perpetual twilight of abandoned mining colonies, clinging to the skeletal machinery like spectral lichen. These stor... -
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Jules Verne-
887
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63 parts
A perpetual twilight clings to this isle, born of volcanic ash and shrouded in the weeping mists of the Pacific. The air tastes of brine an... -
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Mack Reynolds-
771
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84 parts
The dust of forgotten mining towns clings to these stories like a shroud. Reynolds doesn't deal in grand horrors, but in the slow rot of iso... -
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Jules Verne-
726
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45 parts
The air hangs thick and brittle, stained ochre by desert sun and the rust of forgotten iron. Not a tale of soaring triumph, but of descent i... -
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Richard Marsh-
715
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53 parts
A creeping dread clings to the marshes of northern England, a suffocating fog mirroring the insidious presence that stalks the lives of Arth... -
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H. G. Wells-
710
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65 parts
A creeping dread clings to the skeletal London of 1914, not from war’s immediate carnage, but from a silence born of its absence. The novel ... -
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Jules Verne-
708
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58 parts
The salt-laced wind howls through the skeletal remains of Chancellor’s Isle, a place devoured by a creeping, phosphorescent rot. Verne doesn... -
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Yevgeny Zamyatin-
698
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47 parts
Steel and glass rise against a perpetual, bruised sky, choking the last breaths of wilderness from the world. Here, in the One State, every ... -
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Jules Verne-
689
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60 parts
A creeping frost clings to the timbers of the *Forward*, a vessel driven not by trade, but by obsession. Captain Hatteras, consumed by a gla... -
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Clifford D. Simak-
689
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50 parts
Dust motes dance in the perpetual twilight of forgotten farmhouses, where the echoes of humanity cling to splintered wood and rusting machin... -
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Fritz Leiber-
682
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66 parts
Dust motes dance in the perpetual twilight of Leiber’s shadowed corners. These stories aren't merely tales, but excavations of the liminal s... -