There Was Crimson Clash of War by Stephen Crane There was crimson clash of war. Lands turned black and bare; Women wept; Babes ran, wondering. There came one who understood not these things. He said: "Why is this?" Whereupon a million strove to answer him. There was such intricate clamour of tongues, That still the reason was not. |
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Earth by John Hall Wheelock "A planet doesn't explode on itself," said drily The Martian astronomer, gazing off into the air- "That they were able to do it is proof that highly Intelligent beings must have been living there." |
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Southbound on the Freeway by May Swenson |
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A tourist came from Orbitsville, parked in the air and said: The creatures of this star are made of metal and glass. Through the transparent parts you can see their guts. Their feet are round and roll on diagrams or long measuring tapes, dark with white lines. They have four eyes. The two in the back are red. Sometimes you can see a five-eyed one, with a red eye turning on the top of his head. He must be special- the others respect him and go slow when he passes, winding among them from behind. They all hiss as they glide, like inches, down the marked tapes. Those soft shapes, shadowy inside the hard bodies - are they their guts or their brains? |