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Time for spooks, then...........
It's silent time in the cemetery, in the hours after midnight, and the wind moans softly through the trees, with the moonlight casting moving shadows, like the souls of the departed, flitting from stone to stone. A lone tomcat screeches his lament to the stars, and the fallen leaves rustle, like approaching footsteps..............
Time for chills, children.......[X(]
It's silent time in the cemetery, in the hours after midnight, and the wind moans softly through the trees, with the moonlight casting moving shadows, like the souls of the departed, flitting from stone to stone. A lone tomcat screeches his lament to the stars, and the fallen leaves rustle, like approaching footsteps..............
Time for chills, children.......[X(]
All the computers stand empty, unattended, those which were the lifeblood of some, and a doorway into other worlds for those competent in their use.
But now, here they stand, forlorn monuments to wasted technology, covered in dust.
A window bangs in time with the wind in the empty, lonely house.........
Hard to remember the happy times, before the radiation, and the rise of the machines.........[X(]
But now, here they stand, forlorn monuments to wasted technology, covered in dust.
A window bangs in time with the wind in the empty, lonely house.........
Hard to remember the happy times, before the radiation, and the rise of the machines.........[X(]
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ORIGINAL: Shadow1
Time for spooks, then...........
It's silent time in the cemetery, in the hours after midnight, and the wind moans softly through the trees, with the moonlight casting moving shadows, like the souls of the departed, flitting from stone to stone. A lone tomcat screeches his lament to the stars, and the fallen leaves rustle, like approaching footsteps..............
Time for chills, children.......[X(]
Time for spooks, then...........
It's silent time in the cemetery, in the hours after midnight, and the wind moans softly through the trees, with the moonlight casting moving shadows, like the souls of the departed, flitting from stone to stone. A lone tomcat screeches his lament to the stars, and the fallen leaves rustle, like approaching footsteps..............
Time for chills, children.......[X(]
A poet too Pete
....Yer...we are all a bit like spooks mate ..
No one would have believed, in the last years of the
nineteenth century, that human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds
of space.
No one could have dreamed we were being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope
studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.
Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets and yet, across the gulf of space, minds
immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
nineteenth century, that human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds
of space.
No one could have dreamed we were being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope
studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.
Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets and yet, across the gulf of space, minds
immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
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ORIGINAL: Juliet
No one could have dreamed we were being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope
studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.
Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets and yet, across the gulf of space, minds
immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
No one could have dreamed we were being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope
studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.
Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets and yet, across the gulf of space, minds
immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
Was that war of the worlds ???? O Wells ?
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ORIGINAL: Shadow1
All the computers stand empty, unattended, those which were the lifeblood of some, and a doorway into other worlds for those competent in their use.
But now, here they stand, forlorn monuments to wasted technology, covered in dust.
A window bangs in time with the wind in the empty, lonely house.........
Hard to remember the happy times, before the radiation, and the rise of the machines.........[X(]
All the computers stand empty, unattended, those which were the lifeblood of some, and a doorway into other worlds for those competent in their use.
But now, here they stand, forlorn monuments to wasted technology, covered in dust.
A window bangs in time with the wind in the empty, lonely house.........
Hard to remember the happy times, before the radiation, and the rise of the machines.........[X(]
I push the power button , the silence is broken , the generator fires up, there might be hope!
I race inside by broken down old home , dust off the old PC...hit the start, everything seems great, my disks start to spin, the screen lights up, I now think I may have a chance , I click my browser and it loads very slowly , the screen start to show something , its dim , but its their ....
a few seconds later it happens !!! its the CBRForum it is still here , alive and active, but somethings is wrong?? , the pages will not load , the errors are coming up all the time, I see a few lonely members are logged in, I try to type a message of hope , but nothing ?? the rabbit ears are killing my post every time ..what will I do?? I am in a panic , I think all is lost , then all of a sudden I see that my post are now working ... I make contact .... I am saved ... my life , the forum is alive with all my friends ...
Until a few minute's later when it crashes yet again

Just read H G Wells "War of the Worlds" along with many other ofHerbert Georges other storys "First Men in the Moon" "Food of the Gods" not too long ago, man was ahead of his time. (sorry for the thread jack)[>:]
ORIGINAL: Juliet
No one would have believed, in the last years of the
nineteenth century, that human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds
of space.
No one could have dreamed we were being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope
studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.
Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets and yet, across the gulf of space, minds
immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
No one would have believed, in the last years of the
nineteenth century, that human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds
of space.
No one could have dreamed we were being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope
studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.
Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets and yet, across the gulf of space, minds
immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.


