I am not going to try to read, skim or even search this thread (because searching an endless thread in Discourse is futile), so excuse me if this has been asked and answered before. It’s a couple of short stories, that I read in the 70’s or possibly 80’s. They are probably from anthologies, perhaps from magazines (e.g. Magazine for Fantasy and Science Fiction). Possibly one of those Alfred Hitchcock presents or something by Asimov, where they possibly put their names on things to help sales.
Not for younger readers, I think. Might be written a loot earlier. So here they are.
A young couple, possibly in London, meets a strange man., Story happens. The twist at the end is that he doesn’t age, because he has no limitation on his life in time, only on space (as opposed to the rest of us, we’re of course limited in time, not in space). At the end the couple have aged and are now senior citizens, while the stranger is basically down to a city block. The morality of the story, if there was one, as that living forever might not be such spiffy idea if your living space kept shrinking.
Some guy meets a djinn/god/supernatural entity at his dying moments and wishes for eternal life. He gets his wish. The twist here is that he keeps living through the final minutes (seconds?) of dying people, being spliced in an infinite cavalcade: being chewed on by a great white, falling out of a plane and plummeting, being electrocuted, drowning, being burned in a car wreck. He never dies, but the life/lives he gets to live are… horrific.
A family in what must be seen as 50-60’s suburban America buys a new car to the envy of all neighbors. Plot twist: there’s almost no gas, and it’s only reserved for the 1 percent of the 1 percent. How can he have this gas guzzling V8 land yacht that roars down the road? This time the plot twist is that it’s done by wind up springs and the engine sound is from a speaker.
The last one is horribly dated and deals with how we’re basically drowning in more and more information. Libraries fill up. Archives are bulging with documents. The twist here, if that’s the word, is that the story is written with more and more abbreviations, initialisms, acronym, to the point where the end is incomprehensible.
Thanks in advance.