Historical
The Forgotten Creatures of the Arctic: Inuit Mythology
**Introduction** The Arctic is a land of breathtaking beauty and harsh conditions. It's also home to a rich culture with a fascinating mythology. Unlike many belief systems, Inuit traditions have remained largely untouched by outside influences. Today, we'll delve into the secrets of the Arctic and the people who call it home, exploring the myths and legends that have shaped their world.
By Mohammedamin Jemal 2 years ago in Fiction
Mysterious Death of Princess Diana - What Do We And What Don't We Know About It!!
The world was shaken by the inopportune passing of Princess Diana on the terrifying evening of August 31, 1997. Her life was portrayed by marvelousness, debate, and sympathy. Princess Diana's story has excited great many individuals, from her violent union with Sovereign Charles to her lamentable demise in a Paris burrow. Her inheritance is saturated with secret and interest. Show up with us as we examine the bits of hearsay, discusses, and inexplicable problems encompassing Individuals' Princess' passing as we set off on a mission to tackle her secret.
By Abdur Rahman 2 years ago in Fiction
Should I?
Wonder… delight… ignite, explode within! Magenta, cyan, yellows swirl… Euphrates joins her three quicksilver sisters… rushing past my ambling feet. Havilah‘s golden nuggets rest alongside onyx. Luscious fruit drips exquisite nectar... cottonwool lambs frolic with frisky lion cubs. All mine to enjoy… except… eyes linger; hand outstretched… just one bite?
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Fiction
Puzzle Box
Sicily | 1943 Rosalie swiped the box from The Monsignor’s fragile hands, then bolted towards Garret who was waiting for her just beyond the door of the sacristy. Two bullets nestled their way into the polychrome marble above her head, and the last thing she remembered before Garret slammed the door shut was the Monsignor - smiling back at her as pieces of the sacristy’s irreplaceable ceiling began crumbling around him.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
WHISPERING WOODS
My name is William Kristof, but people know me as Woody. I live in the little green house on the edge of the river with my Grandfather. Whispering Woods is the name of our village. Mainly because of the legend, whispers of a ghost that tarries here. Many still hear it on long hikes throughout the forest. Campers, hikers, and even the wild teens after the Friday night football game a county over venture out here to let loose. There have been record of the whispers, including myself at times. Most people just come out for the thrill, even the tourists.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Fiction





