By: Robert Gilbert Wells

“The palaces of three decades or thirty years in the future…”

By: W.E.B. Du Bois

“It is the Curve of Steel…”

By: Noëlle Roger

“There are so many strange things happening here…”

By: Robert Gilbert Wells

“I reckon you think that you are white don’t you?”

By: Noëlle Roger

The village was progressively disappearing, one house after another.

By: W.E.B. Du Bois

“Well, uncle, where is professor?”

By: Algernon Blackwood

His intelligence then strangely opened…

By: Robert Gilbert Wells

“I became acquainted with a mineral or fluid…”

By: George Schuyler

He was white now.

By: Algernon Blackwood

A wild bewilderment came on him.

By: George Schuyler

A huge arrow outlined in green with the words BLACK-NO-MORE…

By: Algernon Blackwood

He had witnessed an occurrence in four-dimensional space.

By: George Schuyler

The voice was Max Disher’s, but this man was white.

By: Algernon Blackwood

“But what would happen at night, then?”

By: George Schuyler

“Could one never escape the plagued race problem?”