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All summer in a day. Fandom powered by Wikia. Ray Bradbury Sci-Fi Predictions Fulfilled - Infographic. Sci/fi-novell Ray Bradbury – Savannen – Terese klassrum. A Story of Love. Undefined Ray Bradbury That was the week Ann Taylor came to teach summer school at Green Town Central.
It was the summer of her twenty-fourth birthday, and it was the summer when Bob Spaulding was just fourteen. Everyone remembered Ann Taylor, for she was that teacher for whom all the children wanted to bring huge oranges or pink flowers, and for whom they rolled up the rustling green and yellow maps of the world without being asked. She was that woman who always seemed to be passing by on days when the shade was green under the tunnels of oaks and elms in the old town, her face shifting with the bright shadows as she walked, until it was all things to all people.
The Small Assassin. Just when the idea occurred to her that she was being murdered she could not tell.
There had been little subtle signs, little suspicions for the past month; things as deep as sea tides in her, like looking at a perfectly calm stretch of tropic water, wanting to bathe in it and finding, just as the tide takes your body, that monsters dwell just under the surface, things unseen, bloated, many-armed, sharp-finned, malignant and inescapable. A room floated around her in an effiuvium of hysteria. Sharp instruments hovered and there were voices, and people in sterile white masks.
My name, she thought, what is it? The October Game. The Rocket Man. The Gift. The Gift by Ray Bradbury Tomorrow would be Christmas, and even while the three of them rode to the rocket port the mother and father were worried.
It was the boy's first flight into space, his very first time in a rocket, and they wanted everything to be perfect. So when, at the customs table, they were forced to leave behind his gift, which exceeded the weight limit by no more than a few ounces, and the little tree with the lovely white candles, they felt themselves deprived of the season and their love. The boy was waiting for them in the terminal room. The April Witch. Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy.
Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew. She soared in doves as soft as white ermine, stopped in trees and lived in blossoms, showering away in petals when the breeze blew. She perched in a limegreen frog, cool as mint by a shining pool. She trotted in a brambly dog and barked to hear echoes from the sides of distant barns. She lived in new April grasses, in sweet clear liquids rising from the musky earth. The Dog In The Red Bandana. In memory of the master storyteller, who died yesterday, we thought we’d repost this absolute must-must-must-read short story, which was written… two years ago when he was 89.
Needless to say, it caused a little stir among his fanbase, as it is so, well, you’ll see. The patient was in the hospital only three long sad days when on a Sunday, with all the doctors mostly absent and the nurses off doing something no one knew, that the remarkable thing happened. He could hear the approach of the remarkable event moments before its arrival because of the explosions of laughter and the welcoming cries of patients far down the hall. At long last the remarkable event arrived in the door. A man stood there and on the end of a leash he held the most beautiful golden retriever that anyone had ever seen. The Lake. Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury. The Drummer Boy of Shiloh. Embroidery. The Laurel and Hardy Love Affair. He called her Stanley, she called him Ollie.
That was the beginning, that was the end, of what we will call the Laurel and Hardy love affair. She was twenty-five, he was thirty-two when they met at one of those dumb cocktail parties where everyone wonders what they are doing there. But no one goes home, so everyone drinks too much and lies about how grand a late afternoon it all was. The Illustrated Man. August 2026: There Will Come Soft Rains. The Last Night of the World. Originally published in the February 1951 issue of Esquire "What would you do if you knew this was the last night of the world?
Eckels felt his eyelids blink over his stare, and the sign burned in this momentary darkness: Warm phlegm gathered in Eckels' throat; he swallowed and pushed it down. The muscles around his mouth formed a smile as he put his hand slowly out upon the air, and in that hand waved a check for ten thousand dollars to the man behind the desk.
"Does this safari guarantee I come back alive? " The Veldt. The One Who Waits. Your analysis of the story, the best one will be duly awarded and placed here.
The first contestant is from Estonia. The second contestant is from Moscow. The Happiness Machine.