The First Occurrence

In this first “post”, I will attempt, with my humble capabilities of description, to portray an incidence that took place this very day.  Ah, reader, as I account what takes place, pray do not trouble yourself just yet.  It is possible that this strange occurrence will not happen in your dwelling place.  There I was, in the start of a perfectly normal day.  There had been some rumor about explosions on Mars, which, I must admit, sparks interest in this scientific brain of mine.  My wife takes interest as well, or at least appears to, for she listens to me ramble.  Ah, how I can ramble!  I will often go off on long, scientific tangents of which those around me understand little to none of, and then expect that a vigorous discussion will be started among us.  As has just been accounted, I am indeed wandering off course.  Let us return to the tale at hand.  As I stared out my window, I noted some excitement going on below.  On exiting the house to investigate (and to obtain my Daily Chronicle), my paperboy told me of a fallen cylinder that had come from Mars.  I promptly travelled to the sand-pits, where I found a crowd of individuals wishing to take a look at the “dead men from Mars”, as they were being called.  Parties departed and returned, and I kept a constant watch on the cylinder of metal, hoping for it to resume its process of “unscrewing”, as I had heard many mention that in passing.  Contrary to many great scientific minds of my time, I had hopes that there are men on Mars, and that they had created this cylinder.  However, I did not, and still do not, expect there to be life in the cylinder.  At the end of an uneventful day, I returned home, and here I sit.  Thus, always your faithful recorder, William Russell.