Historical

The Yellow Emperor's Battle Against Chi You
In the ancient times of the Yellow Emperor’s reign, when the world was young and humanity sought order amidst chaos, there lived a wise court historian named Cangjie. His duty was to record the deeds of the ruler and the workings of the realm, but he faced a tormenting challenge: memory alone could not preserve the vast tapestry of human experience. Knots tied on ropes and carvings on bamboo strips were crude and fleeting, failing to capture the subtleties of language, the whispers of the wind, or the wisdom of the ancestors.
By David cen2 months ago in Fiction
Tesla's Treasure Chest
Tesla's Treasure Chest By: Liam Einhorn There are few immortal treasures to a journalist like myself: an unfiltered look at the JFK files; an unaccompanied tour of Area 52; a glimpse into the true origins of the pyramids. Any of those would stir the investigative mind, but perhaps not as much as the offer of a lifetime I present to you now.
By Tales from a Madman2 months ago in Fiction
The Love Of 1979
The year was 1979. Naju was sixteen years old—a young woman defined by her beauty, kindness, and an infectious sense of joy. She belonged to a bustling, large family; sandwiched in the middle, she had two older brothers, two older sisters, and two younger brothers.
By M.akhand2 months ago in Fiction
The Lost Season
Arthur’s Law was simple: a great photograph is not found, it is forged in the crucible of preparation. For Elara, a self-proclaimed "Leaf Peeper," this meant a military-grade itinerary. Her autumn pilgrimage to the Crimson Peaks was scheduled down to the minute: 5:47 AM sunrise at Eagle’s Point, 10:15 AM the golden glow on the Aspen Grove, 3:30 PM the fiery maples of Hemlock Ravine. She moved through the world with a tripod over her shoulder and a ticking clock in her head.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
Cold Storage
The houses on Old Tanner Drive were some of the oldest homes in the city. It seemed they really knew how to build back then. They survived the earthquake of 1922, the blizzard of 1935, and the hurricane of 1947. While these three disasters nearly decimated the town, the five houses on Old Tanner Drive remained completely unharmed—not even a shingle was lost.
By David E. Perry2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Human Programmer
Abdul hadi In the year 2049, nobody wrote code anymore—not real code. Artificial Intelligence had replaced every programmer, engineer, and developer. Entire systems were built by machines, improved by machines, and maintained by machines. Humans simply gave voice commands, and the AIs generated millions of optimized lines in seconds.
By Abdul Hadi2 months ago in Fiction
The First Voyage of Sindbad the Sailor: A Tale of Survival, Fate, and Fortune
The First Voyage of Sindbad the Sailor – An English Retelling BY: Khan My name is Muhammad Ahmed Asif, but the world knows me as Sindbad the Sailor. I earned this name not by birth, but by destiny—shaped by storms, oceans, and voyages that tested both my courage and my fate.
By Khan 2 months ago in Fiction
The King of Prussia. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
In the cold halls of Berlin Palace, the King of Prussia stood by his window, watching snow fall on his kingdom. His name was Frederick, but his people called him the Great.
By Temmyboost2 months ago in Fiction
Unbreakable Friendship in the Heart of the Jungle. AI-Generated.
In the eastern part of a wide tropical forest, where tall grasses met thick clusters of trees, a small research camp had been built by wildlife observers. The camp was simple—three tents, a supply shed, and an open area where the workers discussed their daily notes. Among the staff was a young boy named Arin, who had joined the team with his older sister, Lira, a field biologist. Arin was not an official member of the group, but he helped with small tasks such as sorting equipment or carrying messages between workers.
By Bilal Mohammadi2 months ago in Fiction
Fear Remembered. Content Warning.
The air in the room was not merely still, it was petrified. It had been held, undisturbed, for eighty years, a single, deep breath drawn in fear and never fully exhaled. The lock on the attic door had rusted shut decades ago, forgotten by subsequent owners of the old Amsterdam house, who dismissed it as just another quirky, unusable space. But behind that door lay a world frozen in amber.
By Amy Brown2 months ago in Fiction
The Flesh Factory: Inside the Elite’s Alleged Empire of Broken Minds and Stolen Souls
To understand the true depths of human cruelty, we must first look away from the sanitized history books and stare directly into the abyss of the unverified, yet horrifyingly consistent testimonies of the 20th century. Long before the age of the internet, before Artificial Intelligence could fabricate reality, and before conspiracy theories became a digital trend, there were whispers. These were not the whispers of bored teenagers, but the terrified, fragmented screams of individuals—mostly women and children—who claimed to be survivors of a project so vile, so scientifically precise in its evil, that the average mind struggles to comprehend its existence. This is the story of the alleged "Monarch" and "Trauma-Based Mind Control" programs, a narrative that suggests the world's most powerful Elites have been trading in a commodity far more valuable than gold or oil: the absolute, programmable slavery of the human soul.
By Wellova 2 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Spoke to Shadows. AI-Generated.
The Boy Who Spoke to Shadows Rayan was eight when he first noticed the extra shadow. It appeared on a quiet November night — the kind where the cold crept under doors, and the moon shone bright enough to make the whole room glow silver. He had woken from a dream he couldn’t remember, his heart beating too fast, his throat too dry.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction