Unpublished/lost Short Stories
This list is from the Appendix from The Early Asimov titled The Sixty Stories of the Campbell Years.
- (1938) Cosmic Corkscrew (9,000 words)
- (1938) This Irrational Planet (3,000 words)
- (1938) The Weapon (4,000 words)
- (1938) Paths of Destiny (6,000 words)
- (1938) Knossos in Its Glory (6,000 words)
- (1939) The Decline and Fall (6,000 words)
- (1939) Life Before Birth (6,000 words)
- (1939) The Brothers (6,000 words)
- (1940) The Oak (6,000 words)
- (1941) Masks (1,500 words)
- (1941) Big Game (1,000 words)
These stories were all thought lost after being rejected, early in Asimov's career. (Asimov himself said that after this, all the short stories which he wrote were kept, even if they were rejected.) However, a copy of his story Big Game was later found among his papers at Boston University, and subsequently published in the anthology Before the Golden Age (1974). Also, after a number of rejections, his story The Weapon had actually been accepted and published under a pseudonym in 1942. At the time he compiled this list of lost stories, he had forgotten its publication. He discovered this while writing the first volume of his autobiography, In Memory Yet Green (1979), and reprinted the story in Section 30 of that book.
Read more about this topic: Isaac Asimov Short Stories Bibliography
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