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The Martians are on the march and London is just waking to the news. It's all manner of confusion; police knocking on doors warning everyone to leave,...
Scorched from my surfing expedition, riding the boiling hot waves of destroyed Martian, I crawl away with just my pants. How am I going to explain thi...
I've decided to throw caution to the wind and reach my wife. Myself and the artilleryman have packed some snacks to sustain us. Time to venture forwar...
Since I crashed my cart and killed the horse, I don't know how I'll get home with those... giant, Martian heat ray tripods stalking the countryside. I...
I wish my chimney hadn't gotten blown apart right in the middle of tea. That's really quite rude of those... those... giant, storm-making, Martian-mad...
It starts as a slow news day. Chatting with the neighbor over the fence, a jaunty breakfast with tea and crumpets. Nothing really to report. Besides, ...
After a bloody good meal, I've had a chance to reflect on that massacre. I've decided... it wasn't that bad. Stiff upper lip, you know? In my mind, I'...
Since the Martians have that heat ray, I am using humanity's greatest skill- running away. I need to get home to see my wife, let her know what is hap...
Wow- that Martian heat ray really set the place on fire, including most of the people standing near. I ran for cover but had to stop and collect my th...
So, the cylinder shot from Mars opened and out came something dripping saliva and waving oozing tentacles about. Everyone ran, screaming, for cover, ...