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About this book
What would you do if you only lived eight days before dying? Sim lives on a strange planet where people have a very short lifespan. He decides to use his limited time alive to try and find a solution to their curse. But will he ever reach the distant rocket ship, which might be the solution to their doomed existence? After all, every second counts and he shouldn’t waste any. Join Sim on a race against time in this quest for a better life!
Author
Ray Bradbury
Read by
Ben Tucker
Story
I
The Creatures That Time Forgot
By Ray Bradbury
Mad, impossible world! Sun-blasted by day,
cold-wracked by night and life condensed by
radiation into eight days! Sim eyed the
Ship if he only dared reach it and
escape! ... but it was more than half an
hour distant the limit of life itself!
During the night, Sim was born. He lay wailing upon the cold cave stones. His blood beat through him a thousand pulses each minute. He grew, steadily.
Into his mouth his mother with feverish hands put the food. The nightmare of living was begun. Almost instantly at birth his eyes grew alert, and then, without half understanding why, filled with bright, insistent terror. He gagged upon the food, choked and wailed. He looked about, blindly.
There was a thick fog. It cleared. The outlines of the cave appeared. And a man loomed up, insane and wild and terrible. A man with a dying face. Old, withered by winds, baked like adobe in the heat. The man was crouched in a far corner of the cave, his eyes whitening to one side of his face, listening to the far wind trumpeting up above on the frozen night planet.
Sim's mother, trembling, now and again, staring at the man, fed Sim pebble-fruits, valley-grasses and ice-nipples broken from the cavern entrances, and eating, eliminating, eating again, he grew larger, larger.
The man in the corner of the cave was his father! The man's eyes were all that was alive in his face. He held a crude stone dagger in his withered hands and his jaw hung loose and senseless.
Then, with a widening focus, Sim saw the old people sitting in the tunnel beyond this living quarter. And as he watched, they began to die.
Their agonies filled the cave. They melted like waxen images, their faces collapsed inward on their sharp bones, their teeth protruded. One minute their faces were mature, fairly smooth, alive, electric. The next minute a desiccation and burning away of their flesh occurred.
Sim thrashed in his mother's grasp. She held ...
Section 1 of 7 sections
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Listen to The Creatures That Time Forgot in the app. It's free and ad-free.
About this book
What would you do if you only lived eight days before dying? Sim lives on a strange planet where people have a very short lifespan. He decides to use his limited time alive to try and find a solution to their curse. But will he ever reach the distant rocket ship, which might be the solution to their doomed existence? After all, every second counts and he shouldn’t waste any. Join Sim on a race against time in this quest for a better life!
Author
Ray Bradbury
Read by
Ben Tucker
Story
I
The Creatures That Time Forgot
By Ray Bradbury
Mad, impossible world! Sun-blasted by day,
cold-wracked by night and life condensed by
radiation into eight days! Sim eyed the
Ship if he only dared reach it and
escape! ... but it was more than half an
hour distant the limit of life itself!
During the night, Sim was born. He lay wailing upon the cold cave stones. His blood beat through him a thousand pulses each minute. He grew, steadily.
Into his mouth his mother with feverish hands put the food. The nightmare of living was begun. Almost instantly at birth his eyes grew alert, and then, without half understanding why, filled with bright, insistent terror. He gagged upon the food, choked and wailed. He looked about, blindly.
There was a thick fog. It cleared. The outlines of the cave appeared. And a man loomed up, insane and wild and terrible. A man with a dying face. Old, withered by winds, baked like adobe in the heat. The man was crouched in a far corner of the cave, his eyes whitening to one side of his face, listening to the far wind trumpeting up above on the frozen night planet.
Sim's mother, trembling, now and again, staring at the man, fed Sim pebble-fruits, valley-grasses and ice-nipples broken from the cavern entrances, and eating, eliminating, eating again, he grew larger, larger.
The man in the corner of the cave was his father! The man's eyes were all that was alive in his face. He held a crude stone dagger in his withered hands and his jaw hung loose and senseless.
Then, with a widening focus, Sim saw the old people sitting in the tunnel beyond this living quarter. And as he watched, they began to die.
Their agonies filled the cave. They melted like waxen images, their faces collapsed inward on their sharp bones, their teeth protruded. One minute their faces were mature, fairly smooth, alive, electric. The next minute a desiccation and burning away of their flesh occurred.
Sim thrashed in his mother's grasp. She held ...
Section 1 of 7 sections
