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...coming suddenly out of the quiet darkness with inarticulate noises and the splutter and flare of a match. For they had forgotten about matches.
H.G. Wells, Selected Short Stories of H.G. Wells, "The Time Machine", Penguin Books, Middlesex, England, 1965, p. 35.
PLACE: unknown
TIME: the future
... From the edge of the sea came a ripple and whisper. Beyond these lifeless sounds the world was silent. Silent? It would be hard to convey the stillness of it. All the sounds of man, the bleating of sheep, the cries of birds, the hum of insects, the stir that makes the background of our lives - all that was over. ...The breeze rose to a moaning wind...
H.G. Wells, Selected Short Stories of H.G. Wells, "The Time Machine", Penguin Books, Middlesex, England, 1965, p. 77 - 78
PLACE: unknown
TIME: the future
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