Historical

"Symphony of Lost Stars"
In the vastness of the universe, where the stars twinkle like notes on a celestial score, lies the Symphony of Lost Stars. This cosmic melody, a harmony of light and shadow, reveals secrets buried in the constellations.
By Hendrik SancheZ2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Journal
The Forgotten Journal Once upon a time, in a quiet little town nestled between rolling hills and lush greenery, there lived a curious young woman named Eliza. She was known for her love of stories and her insatiable thirst for adventure. Eliza worked as a librarian in the town's quaint library, surrounded by dusty shelves that held the secrets of countless worlds.
By Author kelechi2 years ago in Fiction
Emotional Damage . Top Story - February 2024.
Sicily | 1943 Peering out of a pair of double glass doors, Rosalie took in the marvelous view of Canicatti’s rolling, emerald knolls, and the town’s vast array of sandstone, clay, marble, and brick structures ranging as far back as the fourteen-hundreds. Corrado paced back and forth, unimpressed with the view, and more concerned with their wrongful imprisonment.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Renegade Rebeka
Rebeka was a rebel with a cause. She stood up for what she believed in and didn’t care how popular it made her. It didn’t matter how many times her Pa had beat her; Rebeka wouldn’t change her mind. She was going to continue doing as she’d been doing.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Journey Through Time
The concept of time travel has long captivated the human imagination, transcending the boundaries of reality and delving into the realms of science fiction and speculation. From the literary works of H.G. Wells to the intricate theories of physicists, the notion of time machines has woven itself into the fabric of our cultural fascination. In this exploration, we unravel the intricacies of time travel, examining its origins, the scientific theories that underpin it, and the enduring allure that keeps us dreaming of journeys through time.
By Kei Ben2 years ago in Fiction
**Title: "The Whiskerwood Mystery"**
**Panel 1:** [Scene: A dense forest filled with towering trees, sunlight streaming through the canopy above.] Narrator: "In the heart of the enchanted Whiskerwood Forest, rumors whispered of a mysterious legend hidden deep within its ancient trees."
By J.Balakrishnan2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of eternity
In the quiet town of Everest, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, there existed a phenomenon known as "Echoes of Eternity". Every year, on the eve of the winter solstice, whispers of forgotten times and distant memories permeated the air.
By Jessica Gordon 2 years ago in Fiction
Jack. Content Warning.
"You're lookin' fine sweets, don't worry so much." I rolled my eyes and continued touching up my lipstick. Closing my compact, I turned to face him.
By Amanda Reifert2 years ago in Fiction
Doctor, Doctor | Pt. 2
Sicily | 1943 Dr. Heiko inspected the basket of medical equipment Nadine had brought him. He removed one of the boxes of bandages, tore open the corner, then dumped a handful of them out onto the table beside his scalpels. He reached back down, and pulled out the two bottles of wine.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
**Title: A Monument of Eternal Love**
**Title: A Monument of Eternal Love** Once upon a time, in the heart of India, there stood a magnificent structure that transcended time itself – the Taj Mahal. It was a symbol of undying love, a testament to the depth of human emotion. Emperor Shah Jahan, grief-stricken by the death of his beloved wife Mumtaz Mahal, commissioned its construction in her honor.
By olymoolla2 years ago in Fiction
Discipline
Sicily | 1943 Rosalie quietly led Corrado through a camouflaged passageway built into the rear wall of the terrace, down to the convent’s subterranean crypt. It was a sacred location the American and British soldiers were still ignorant of. Plus, due to the ongoing renovations, and restorations, it currently housed hundreds of old, and new church instruments used for the masses held upstairs in the church of The Madonna Della Rocca. It had become more of a glorified storage room at this point in time, and less of sanctified crypt.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Doctor, Doctor | Pt. 1
Sicily | 1943 She poured gunpowder over the wound in his lower back, then took a lit match to the surface. The powder ignited, snapped, hissed, and crackled, then sealed the wound shut with a swift, blue flame. Methamphetamine was surging through his veins, so he felt nothing. His head was cocked to the right, hard, making his neck appear broken, and sticky drool was seeping from the deep, chapped corners of his lips.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction