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Charles E. Fritch
Charles E. Fritch (1927–2012) was an American writer, editor, and anthologist, known primarily for his work in science fiction, fantasy, and horror genres. He wrote short stories for popular pulp magazines like "Amazing Stories" and "Galaxy Science Fiction", and his works often blended speculative elements with dark humor. Fritch also penned the novel "Negative of a Nude" under the pseudonym Eric Thomas, which showcased his versatility in writing across genres. Additionally, he served as the editor of "Mike Shayne Mystery Magazine", further solidifying his role in mid-20th century genre fiction.
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To look at Sam Meecham you'd never have dreamed he was a man of decision and potential explorer of the unknown. In fact, there were times when Sam wouldn't either. He was a pink, frail-looking person with a weak chin and shoulders used to stooping, and stereotyped thinking immediately relegated him to the ranks of the meek and mannerly. These, oddly enough, happened to be his...
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Longtree sat before his hole in the ground and gazed thoughtfully among the sandy red hills that surrounded him. His skin at that moment was a medium yellow, a shade between pride and happiness at having his brief symphony almost completed, with just a faint tinge of red to denote that uncertain, cautious approach to the last note which had eluded him thus far. He sat there unmoving for a while, and...
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