Historical

This Isn’t the First Time You’ve Asked Me That
“Why are you looking at me like that?” “Like what?” “Like you’re waiting for me to say the wrong thing.” “I’m not.” “You are.”
By Sound and Spirit2 months ago in Fiction
You Said You’d Call If You Survived
“Hey. It’s me.” “I don’t know if this is even going to go through.” “The signal keeps dropping.” “I’m supposed to keep this short.”
By Sound and Spirit2 months ago in Fiction
Before You Leave
“Do you have everything?” “I think so.” “You think or you know?” “I know. Mostly.” “Mostly doesn’t help much when you’re already halfway out the door.”
By Sound and Spirit2 months ago in Fiction
The Fate of the Arrogant King
The Fate of the Arrogant King (Final Part) Writing No. 2361 Thursday, September 29, 2022 By Muhammad Faheem Alam “This… if only I hadn’t let pride control me, and treated my benefactor, Hakim Dawood, with neglect. If only I had repaid his favor with gratitude… if only…”
By Sudais Zakwan2 months ago in Fiction
Third Man and The Gods of Guilt
The twelve jurors, otherwise known as 'The gods of guilt', filed back into the courtroom, solemn and tentative, they took their seats. Any seasoned lawyer who was worth his or her salt, would note by their body language and facial expressions that all was not well.
By Novel Allen2 months ago in Fiction
The Better Man
They called her Mother, Witch, Angel, and once—only once, to her face—sir, Mary Ann Bickerdyke. It was in a burned-out courthouse in Tennessee, windows punched open by cannon fire, when a Union quartermaster mistook Mary Ann Bickerdyke for a man because she stood where men stood and spoke the way orders wished they could speak for themselves. When he realized his error, he laughed. When he finished laughing, she was still standing there, arms folded, eyes steady, waiting for him to answer her question about the missing bandages.
By Dagmar Goeschick2 months ago in Fiction
The Meaning Of Life
The Meaning Of Life “Father!” “As always, I am here, son.” “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.” “Son, they are just fulfilling their manifest destiny. They were destined to crucify you. But you know that.”
By Niall James Bradley2 months ago in Fiction
My Husband Died Twice—Once in the Hospital, Once in Our Bedroom
The first time my husband died, there were machines all around him. They spoke softly, rhythmically, as if they were trying to convince everyone in the room that life was still going on. The doctor spoke in careful sentences, the nurses avoided my eyes, and I stood there holding his hand, waiting for something to change.
By Echoes of Life2 months ago in Fiction
Mental Disturbia
"James dear, would you say that you believe the school of though, that those who are more creative are also more likely to have poor mental health. It is said that the greatest artists have the greatest internal battles, the best musicians have the biggest heartbreaks, and so on. However, is this true"?
By Antoni De'Leon2 months ago in Fiction
The Hundred-Year Awakening: A Monologue from an Old Umbrella
Esteemed Reader, Have you ever looked at an old, forgotten object in your home—perhaps a chipped teacup, a faded kimono, or a dusty old fan—and wondered about its story? In Japan, we have a belief that after a hundred years of loyal service, an inanimate object can gain a soul, transforming into a Tsukumogami (付喪神). They aren't malicious spirits, but rather gentle, often melancholic entities, imbued with the memories and experiences of their owners.
By Takashi Nagaya2 months ago in Fiction
When London Held Its Breath
London woke to a silence it hadn’t known in years. Snow had fallen overnight, thick and slow, as if the city itself had held its breath. The streets were muffled, the usual grime softened into white. The Thames moved quietly, reflecting the sky like a sheet of smoke, and the neon signs of Soho glowed dimly, blurred through falling flakes.
By Aarish2 months ago in Fiction
Baba Vanga Predictions for 2026
Baba Vanga Predictions for 2026 Baba Vanga remains one of the most fascinating figures in the world of prophecy. Though blind from childhood, she saw further than most people could imagine. Her name has become a symbol of mystery, a whisper passed between believers and skeptics whenever the world feels uncertain. For decades, her visions have been revisited each time a new disaster unfolds, as if her words continue to echo through time.
By George’s Girl 2026 2 months ago in Fiction