Found 1,934 results for "Science Fiction in English"
Stranger in a Strange Land
by Robert A. Heinlein
Once upon a time when the world was young there was a Martian named Smith.
A Study in Scarlet
by Arthur Conan Doyle
IN the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go throu...
The Sign of Four
by Arthur Conan Doyle
Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantelpiece, and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco cas...
The Time Machine
by H. G. Wells
H. G. Wells was an astonishingly versatile and prolific writer.
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
by Lewis Carroll
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice s...
Ficciones
by Jorge Luis Borges
Debo a la conjuncion de un espejo y de una enciclopedia el descubrimiento de Uqbar.
Utopia
by Thomas More
UPON a time when tidings came to the City of Corinth that King Philip, father to Alexander surnamed the Great, was comin...
A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court
by Mark Twain
"CAMELOT-CAMELOT," said I to myself.
The Invisible Man
by H. G. Wells
THE stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the ...
The War of the Worlds
by H. G. Wells
NO ONE would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and clos...
De la démocratie en Amérique
by Alexis de Tocqueville, Gustave de Beaumont
AFTER the birth of a human being, his early years are obscurely spent in the toils or pleasures of childhood.
Мы
by Евгений Иванович Замятин
I shall simply copy, word for word, the proclamation that appeared today in the One State Gazette: The building of the I...
Le Tour du Monde en Quatre-Vingts Jours
by Jules Verne
MR. PHILEAS FOGG LIVED, IN 1872, AT NO. 7, SAVILLE Row, Burlington Gardens, the house in which Sheridan died in 1814.
The Murders in the Rue Morgue
by Edgar Allan Poe
The mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis.
Flatland
by Edwin Abbott Abbott
I CALL our world Flatland, not because we call it so, but to make its nature clearer to you, my happy readers, who are p...
