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The Wilson Boys and the Ship From Space

The Wilson Boys and the Ship From Space

by Pete Wood
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Jack flipped the switch. With a whirling mechanical sound the wall slid up, revealing a cavernous room.

Jack gasped. “A secret passage. Second one this month.rdquo;

“Don’t go back there,” Dad said.

But Jack was already in the new chamber. “Holy smokes!” He saw a metal object shaped like one of Mom’s mouth watering apple pies. It was as wide as a city bus. A gangway led inside. “Tom, come in here. I think it is a ship from space.” He stepped into the ship.

“Stop!” Dad yelled from behind them.


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About the Author

Pete Wood

Pete Wood is an attorney in Raleigh, NC. He grew up in Ottawa Canada where he developed a lifelong love of science fiction reading Asimov, Bradbury and Vonnegut. He has had stories published in Bull Spec, Encounters and Ray Gun Revival.

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The Wilson Boys and the Ship From Space

The Wilson Boys and the Ship From Space

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