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24 Very Short Stories of Wonder, Horror, and Everything in Between
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Scott Robinson
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But I digress: in study hall, if we’d finished our work, we could raise our hand – and with the teacher’s nod, vanish into the adjacent library stacks, there to slip out one of the Bradbury short story collections. R is for Rocket. S is for Space. I Sing the Body Electric. The Golden Apples of the Sun. A Medicine for Melancholy. I considered those books a kind of snack drawer, just there for the purpose of passing free time in study hall, and so I didn’t check them out and read them cover to cover – I just picked one up and read a story or two, whenever I was there.
There are short Ray Bradbury stories and long Ray Bradbury stories, and the short ones fit nicely into my study hall routine. I came to appreciate how Bradbury (and Asimov, et al) could pack a great story into just six or eight pages – and when I became a writer myself , I also began writing some short ones and some long ones. Here, I've gathered up a collection of stories that are all under 2,500 words, in the Bradbury tradition.
I like the result, and I hope the Gentle Reader does as well. There’s a wide variety: stories of time travel, AI and robots, some whimsical, some serious. Some fantasy. Some horror.
This collection is a kind of celebration of those long-ago Indiana school days, when the bell was yet to ring and I sat there quietly passing the time, as Ray kept me company…
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