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The Artillery Man And The Fighting Machine Journalist: The hammering from the pit and the pounding of guns grew louder My fear rose at the sound of someone cre... - Brave New World
Take a look around you at the world we've come to know, Does it seem to be much more than a crazy circus show? But maybe from the madness something beautiful wi... - Dead London
Journalist: There were a dozen dead bodies in the Euston road, their bodies softened by the black dust All was still, houses locked and empty, shops closed – bu... - Epilogue, Pt1
The torment was ended The people scattered over the country, desperate, leaderless, starved, the thousands who had fled by sea including the one most dear to me... - Epilogue, Pt2
Pasadena control: It's looking good, it's going good, we're getting great pictures here at NASA control Pasadena The landing craft touched down on Mars 28 kilom... - Eve Of The War
The Eve Of The War Journalist: No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century that human affairs were being watched from the timeless ... - Forever Autumn
Journalist: For three days I fought my way along roads packed with refugees, the homeless, burdened with boxes and bundles containing their valuables All that w... - Horsell Common And The Heat Ray
Journalist: Next morning a crowd gathered on the common, hypnotized by the unscrewing of the cylinder Two feet of shining screw projected when suddenly, the lid... - Red Weed, Pt1
The Earth under the Martians The Red Weed and Parson Nathaniel Journalist: Next day, the dawn was a brilliant, fiery red and I wandered through the weird and lu... - Red Weed, Pt2
Brave New World and Dead London Then, on the ninth day, we saw the Martians eating Inside the hood of their new machine they were drawing the fresh, living blo... - The Spirit Of Man
Listen, do you hear them drawing near, In their search for the sinners? Feeding on the power of our fear, And the evil within us Incarnation of Satan's creation... - Thunderchild
Scattered out along the bay, and I thought I heard her calling, As the steamer pulled away, The invaders must have seen them, As across the coast they filed, St...
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