The War of the Worlds

In H.G. Wells’ works, The War of the Worlds and The Time Machine; these were claimed to be his greatest novels published. Fictional 1895 invasion of earth by aliens from mars was described in The War of the Worlds, as for in The Time Machine the creation was a time machine to travel into the past and present (manybooks, par. 1). Wells referenced the first appearance of an alien in the novel The War of the Worlds as considered the first travel through time in The Time Machine. “A big grayish rounded bulk, the size perhaps, of a bear, was rising slowly and painfully out of the cylinder. As it bulged up and caught the light, it glistened like wet leather. Two large dark colored eyes were regarding me steadfastly. There was a mouth under the eyes, the lipless brim of which quivered and panted, and dropped saliva,” (Wells, 20). In, The Time Machine, the time traveler “controverts” a widely held notion about time (Doyle). This area of the novel shows the intelligence of H.G. Wells, and how he anticipated future life. Quote, “There is no difference between time and any of the three dimensions of space except that our consciousness moves along it,” (Wells, 4). H.G. Wells was a founding father of Science Fiction, and was deeply into devoting his creations to the Sci-Fi community. Wells was a great Science Fiction writer in the Twentieth Century; he contributed great mysterious ideas to the Sci-Fi Culture as in his writing, Anticipation (1901), he anticipated how the world would be in the Twenty-First Century (Merriman, par. 7). Also he thought by time the year two-thousand came there would have been successful aircraft, as well as visually creating the acceleration process of radioactive decay; producing bombs that will explode with no mor...

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...Then I noted the clock. A moment before, as it seemed, it had stood at a minute or so past ten; now it was nearly half-past three! I drew a breath, set my teeth, gripped the starting lever with both hands, and went off with a thud. The laboratory got hazy and went dark. Mrs. Watchett came in and walked, apparently without seeing me, towards the garden door. I suppose it took her a minute or so to traverse the place, but to me she seemed to shoot across the room like a rocket. I pressed the lever over to its extreme position. The night came like the turning out of a lamp, and in another moment came to-morrow. The laboratory grew faint and hazy, then fainter and ever fainter. To-morrow night came black, then day again, night again, day again, faster and faster still. An eddying murmur filled my ears, and a strange, dumb confusedness descended on my mind,” (Wells, 2).