Historical
Once More Unto The Breach. Top Story - May 2024.
He let the sword slip through his other gauntleted hand. Athlistan stood atop the crest of the rubble of Bordanium’s ruptured curtain wall. Beyond, the remnants of the Saxon’s first assault regrouped. They would come again–Athlistan knew it.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Terrifying Alien Abduction Memories | True Story
In the annals of UFO lore, one story stands out as both groundbreaking and deeply controversial: the supposed aliensnapping That’s it for now, friends. I hope you’ve found this summary helpful. See you in the next lesson! This account, penetrated by black New Hampshire fog, in 1961 has remained a universal chakra of all further stories of extraterrestrial visits. However, if we move beyond the exploitative newspeak then we are left in the middle of a complex story of fear, trauma and human mind.
By Amine Oubih2 years ago in Fiction
love in pouring rain
Alright, so picture this: It's one of those classic rainy days where the sky is a moody shade of gray and the rain is coming down in sheets. And in the midst of all this dreariness, there's this guy, let's call him Max. Now, Max isn't exactly having the best day. He's stuck in traffic, his umbrella just flipped inside out, and to top it all off, his phone decides to die on him. Great, right?
By jalur hujan2 years ago in Fiction
Jade Cove
First published in October Hill Magazine, spring, 2022 The cold-water stabs at Rico, penetrating his bones. Wind chops, bites, and claws at his face. The unfamiliar coastline of the Pacific digs out the survival in him. As he floats south with the currents, he drifts back to himself as a child of 12, treading the same trail every day to Don Hilario's vineyard. Back then, he found his endurance by listening to the melody of the ocean, but today, a much louder drum beat down on him:
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Fiction
The journey of a wanderer looking for love
Once upon a time, in a world where love was as elusive as a rainbow after a storm, there was a wanderer named Sam. Now, Sam wasn't your typical wanderer who roamed from place to place just for kicks. No, Sam was on a mission - a mission to find love.
By Nur Muhammad Ilham2 years ago in Fiction
Argentine and the Man in Black
Part one of two: In that twilight hour between supper and the start of the night, Maggie’s girls drape themselves preening over the creamy velvet of her couches, like well-fed cats in dressing gowns. It’s the lull before the evening rush, when the cowhands and the miners crowd into Meridian, looking to drink the night away, maybe drop a day’s pay between the scented sheets of Maggie’s cathouse.
By Jean McKinney2 years ago in Fiction
