Professional Documents
Culture Documents
by
E. Thornton Goode, Jr.
PROLOGUE
“Soldier! Take that smile off your face. It’s not over
till I say it’s over.” Mason stroked his beard. “We’ll go
home when we finish showing these damn Rebels they truly
lost.” He paused for a moment, then turned and yelled.
“Stevens! Burn it!”
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“Sure didn’t.”
Bob pounded his palm with his fist. “That’s it! It’s
like that radio broadcast back in the thirties. The one in New
York about the Martians invading the world everyone
thought was real. That’s got to be it. It was done as a
Halloween prank and here it’s getting close to Halloween.”
“Miller here. Seems it must be a radio drama. Even
the station must be fictitious. I’ll be back to the station in a
short while. Miller out.”
“Yeah. It was.”
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When the timer hit zero, all eyes were fixed on the
Trumbolt Building. Loud multiple ‘booms’ resounded down
Peachtree Street. The sound subsided. The building gave a
quiver and then slowly started sinking to the ground in a
great cloud of dust. One reporter compared it to a great ship
slipping beneath the sea.
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THE END