The stratoship lurched suddenly. The deck heaved up under Lawton's feet, hurling him against Captain Forrester and spinning both men around so that they seemed to be waltzing together across the ship. The still limp gym slugger slid downward, colliding with a corrugated metal bulkhead and sloshing back and forth like a wet mackerel. A 1941 short story by a prolific American writer of horror fiction, fantasy, science fiction, poetry, gothic romance, comic books, and non-fiction Frank Belknap Long.
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