Fourteen Killer science fiction short stories from some of the best sci-fi authors of the 1940s, 50s and 60s.
- Slay-Ride by Winston Marks
- Wreck Off Triton by Alfred Coppel
- Retribution by George T. Spillman
- The Skull by Philip K. Dick
- Prison of a Billion Years by C. H. Thames
- The Misplaced Battleship by Harry Harrison
- Monsters That Once Were Men by Robert Silverberg
- Seventh Victim by Robert Sheckley
- Birkett's Twelfth Corpse by August Derleth
- Hero From Yesterday by Robert Silverberg
- The Foxholes of Mars by Fritz Leiber
- Watchbird by Robert Sheckley
- Cry Silence by Fredric Brown
- The Power by Fredric Brown
Sci-Fi Space Ships and Nothing But Sci-Fi Space Ships 2 - Fifteen Lost Sci-Fi Short Stories from the 1930s, 40s, 50s and 60s
- The Planet Of Illusion by Robert Silverberg
- The Flight Of The Eagle by Alfred Coppel
- Madmen of Mars by Erik Fennel
- Jonah of the Jove-Run by Ray Bradbury
- Space-Lane of No-Return by George Whittington
- Invader From Infinity by George Whittington
- Rocket Summer by Ray Bradbury
- Rabbits Have Long Ears by Lawrence F. Willard
- Glow Worm by Harlan Ellison
- The Misplaced Battleship by Harry Harrison
- Distress Signal by Ross Rocklynne
- The Star Mouse by Fredric Brown
- Survey Team by Philip K. Dick
- Home is the Spaceman by George O. Smith
- The Creatures That Time Forgot by Ray Bradbury
Space Travelers and Nothing But Space Travelers 4 - Seventeen Lost Sci-Fi Short Stories from the 1930s, 40s, 50s and 60s
- The Star Mouse by Fredric Brown
- And Then—The Silence by Ray Bradbury
- The Queen of Space by Joseph Slotkin
- Unwelcomed Visitor by William Morrison
- Duel on Syrtis by Poul Anderson
- Task of Kayin by William Morrison
- Asteroid of the Damned by Frederik Pohl
- $1,000 a Plate by Jack McKenty
- Rabbits Have Long Ears by Lawrence F. Willard
- Planet of the Angry Giants by Robert Silverberg
- Wanderlust by Alan E. Nourse
- Zurk by Richard O. Lewis
- Christmas on Ganymede by Isaac Asimov
- Dust Unto Dust by Lyman D. Hinckley
- Time Pussy by Isaac Asimov
- Spacemen Die At Home by Edward W. Ludwig
- The Repairman by Harry Harrison
Space Travelers and Nothing But Space Travelers - 17 Lost Sci-Fi Short Stories from the 1930s, 40s 1950s and 1960s
- Six Frightened Men by Robert Silverberg
- Jonah of the Jove-Run by Ray Bradbury
- Rescue Mission by Robert Silverberg
- Space-Lane of No-Return by George Whittington
- Invader From Infinity by George Whittington
- Rocket Summer by Ray Bradbury
- Willie's Planet by Mike Ellis
- The Planetoid of Peril by Paul Ernst
- Day of Wrath by Bjarne Kirchhoff
- Glow Worm by Harlan Ellison
- And the Gods Laughed by Fredric Brown
- Strange Eden by Philip K. Dick
- The Misplaced Battleship by Harry Harrison
- From Outer Space by Robert Zacks
- Monsters That Once Were Men by Robert Silverberg
- Distress Signal by Ross Rocklynne
- The Hated by Frederik Pohl
The Misplaced Battleship by Harry Harrison - It might seem a little careless to lose track of something as big as a battleship ... but interstellar space is on a different scale of magnitude. But a misplaced battleship—in the wrong hands!—can be most dangerous.
When it comes to picking locks and cracking safes I admit to no master. The door to Inskipp's private quarters had an old-fashioned tumbler drum that was easier to pick than my teeth. I must have gone through that door without breaking step. Quiet as I was though, Inskipp still heard me. The light came on and there he was sitting up in bed pointing a .75 caliber recoilless at my sternum.
'You should have more brains than that, diGriz,' he snarled. 'Creeping into my room at night! You could have been shot.'
'No I couldn't,' I told him, as he stowed the cannon back under his pillow. 'A man with a curiosity bump as big as yours will always talk first and shoot later. And besides—none of this pussyfooting around in the dark would be necessary if your screen was open and I could have got a call through.'
Inskipp yawned and poured himself a glass of water from the dispenser unit above the bed. 'Just because I head the Special Corps, doesn't mean that I am the Special Corps,' he said moistly while he drained the glass. 'I have to sleep sometime. My screen is open only for emergency calls, not for every agent who needs his hand held.'
'Meaning I am in the hand-holding category?' I asked with as much sweetness as I could.
'Put yourself in any category you please,' he grumbled as he slumped down in the bed. 'And also put yourself out into the hall and see me tomorrow during working hours.'
He was at my mercy, really. He wanted sleep so much. And he was going to be wide awake so very soon.
'Do you know what this is?' I asked him, poking a large glossy pic under his long broken nose. One eye opened slowly.
