The Blog That Time Forgot

During the three days which followed, our progress was exasperatingly slow. I doubt if we made ten miles in the entire three days. The c...

The deer lay in a small open space close to a clump of acacias, and we had advanced to within several yards of our kill when we both hal...

Above the trees there soared into my vision a huge thing on batlike wings - a creature large as a large whale, but fashioned more after...

The Burroughs master illustrator J. Allen St. John's illustration of P. olsoni Close by us something rose to the surface of the ...

It must have been a little after three o'clock in the afternoon that it happened - the afternoon of June 3rd, 1916. It seems incre...

Yet if you can't go back to the island, how can you call it Jurassic World? Well, maybe we just need to change the meaning of that...

I remember playing on my grandpa's island. He owned an island in the South Pacific: nothing too ostentatious, just a couple of squa...

Foreword The publication of the following narrative of Dr. Walter T. Goodwin has been authorized by the Executive Council of the Internat...

This silence, when I grew fully aware of it was the more uncanny; for my memory told me that never before had I come upon a country whic...

  Image taken from This Was The Wizard , courtesy of Down The Tubes Eventually Willie Blain became Managing Editor of all of the Thomso...