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… I could see his staring eyes and gleams of light on his studs and watch chain. He vanished behind the mound, and for a moment there was silence. And then began a shrieking and a sustained and cheerful hooting from the Martians.”
Aliens sucking out people’s blood and feeding on it. Reading that without conditioning, decades of TV and movies, horror and SF? i bet that was scary, dude!
— 6 hours, 28 min ago
Aliens sucking out people’s blood and feeding on it. Reading that without conditioning, decades of TV and movies, horror and SF? i bet that was scary, dude!
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Bonnie
is 72% done
i bet this would really have freaked people out in 1897-1898?
“And suddenly I heard a yell, and saw a long tentacle reaching over the shoulder of the machine to the little cage that hunched upon its back...
He was a stout, ruddy, middle-aged man, well dressed; three days before, he must have been walking the world, a man of considerable consequence…
— 6 hours, 31 min ago
“And suddenly I heard a yell, and saw a long tentacle reaching over the shoulder of the machine to the little cage that hunched upon its back...
He was a stout, ruddy, middle-aged man, well dressed; three days before, he must have been walking the world, a man of considerable consequence…
Bonnie
is 42% done
Sounds so British
"At the time there was a strong feeling in the streets that the authorities were to blame for their incapacity to dispose of the invaders without all this inconvenience."
— Jan 19, 2026 03:38AM
"At the time there was a strong feeling in the streets that the authorities were to blame for their incapacity to dispose of the invaders without all this inconvenience."
Bonnie
is 15% done
Ha!
"I sat, tempering nuts with a cigarette, regretting Ogilvy’s rashness, and denouncing the shortsighted timidity of the Martians.
So some respectable dodo in the Mauritius might have lorded it in his nest, and discussed the arrival of that shipful of pitiless sailors in want of animal food. 'We will peck them to death tomorrow, my dear.' "
— Jan 19, 2026 02:27AM
"I sat, tempering nuts with a cigarette, regretting Ogilvy’s rashness, and denouncing the shortsighted timidity of the Martians.
So some respectable dodo in the Mauritius might have lorded it in his nest, and discussed the arrival of that shipful of pitiless sailors in want of animal food. 'We will peck them to death tomorrow, my dear.' "
