By: George Gurdjieff

On this trans-space ship was Beelzebub…

By: Francis Stevens

“What are you all made of?” I gasped. “Cork?”

By: Francis Stevens

I picked him up from the ground as you would a kitten.

By: Francis Stevens

“I’m afraid I’ve spoiled your engine.”

By: Francis Stevens

And then, in my horror, I did a mad thing.

By: Francis Stevens

He was holding what looked like a peculiar piece of metal.

By: Francis Stevens

He seemed to be possessed of a great scorn for all doctors.

By: Francis Stevens

“Waves of whispering that washed all thought away…”

By: Clare Winger Harris

“A fascinating opportunity for studying new neighbors in space.”

By: Clare Winger Harris

The new sun was not in its accustomed place!

By: Clare Winger Harris

Fathoming the abyss of the eternal ether.

By: Clare Winger Harris

“So we are entering the unknown!”

By: Clare Winger Harris

“Can it be a comet?”

By: Clare Winger Harris

“We are leaving the sun at a terrific rate of speed.”

By: Clare Winger Harris

“Now is the time for your revelation,” urged La Rue.