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Ray Bradbury
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Ray Bradbury: The Highway
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THE cooling afternoon rain had come over the valley, touching the corn in the tilled mountain fields, tapping on the dry grass roof of the h...
Ray Bradbury: The Fog Horn
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OUT there in the cold water, far from land, we waited every night for the coming of the fog, and it came, and we oiled the brass machine...
Ray Bradbury: The Third Expedition
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The ship came down from space. It came from the stars and the black velocities, and the shining movements, and the silent gulfs of spac...
Ray Bradbury: A Scent of Sarsaparilla
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r. William Finch stood quietly in the dark and blowing attic all morning and afternoon for three days. For three days in late November,...
Ray Bradbury: Free Dirt
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The cemetery was in the centre of the city. On four sides, it was bounded by gliding streetcars on glistening blue tracks and cars with...
Ray Bradbury: The lake
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The wave shut me off from the world, from the birds in the sky, the children on the beach, my mother on the shore. There was a moment ...
Ray Bradbury: The Scythe
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Quite suddenly there was no more road. It ran down the valley like any other road, between slopes of barren, stony ground and live oak...
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Ray Bradbury: The Dead Man
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'THAT'S the man, right over there,' said Mrs. Ribmoll, nodding across the street. 'See thatman perched on the tar bar...
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Ray Bradbury: Death and the Maiden
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Far out in the country beyond the woods, beyond the world, really, lived Old Mam, and she had lived there for ninety years with the doo...
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Ray Bradbury: Skeleton
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It was past time for him to see the doctor again. Mr. Harris turned palely in at the stair well, and on his way up the flight saw Dr. B...
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Ray Bradbury: A Sound of Thunder
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The sign on the wall seemed to quaver under a film of sliding warm water. Eckels felt his eyelids blink over his stare, and the sign bu...
Ray Bradbury|: The Small Assassin
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Just when the idea occurred to her that she was being murdered she could not tell. There had been little subtle signs, little suspici...
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