Historical
The Lost Colony of Roanoke: America’s Oldest Unsolved Mystery
“When they returned, the colony was gone. No bodies. No survivors. Only one word carved into a wooden post: CROATOAN.” In the summer of 1587, a group of 117 English men, women, and children set sail across the Atlantic, dreaming of a new life in the New World. Led by John White, they arrived on Roanoke Island, off the coast of present-day North Carolina. It was England’s first attempt at establishing a permanent settlement in America—a bold step toward expanding its empire across the ocean. But what began as a hopeful venture would soon become one of the greatest mysteries in history.
By Shohel Rana3 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Soldier. AI-Generated.
The train screeched to a halt, its brakes screaming like wounded metal. Among the passengers stepping out was a man in a faded military jacket, the insignia half-torn, the name patch unreadable. His eyes carried the weight of years he could no longer measure Captain Aaron Hale had returned home. Or at least, he thought he had.
By Farooq Hashmi3 months ago in Fiction
Just Another Gunfight in the West
The reason why they shot him isn't that important. Wasn't that important to me then, either. Point is, he was shot, he was bleeding, and dying, and dead. Right there in front of my eyes. His blood on my hands, on my blue dress. My own wailing in my ears. Someone reached over with a calloused hand, and closed those blue eyes.
By L.C. Schäfer3 months ago in Fiction
A Room Full of Memories
A Room Full of Memories The attic smelled of cedar and dust — the kind of scent that wraps around old memories and refuses to let them go. Daniel hadn’t been up here since he was a teenager. Now, standing in the doorway with a box of cleaning supplies and a heart heavy with absence, he realized he didn’t know where to begin.
By Abdul Muhammad 3 months ago in Fiction
The Coffee Cup. AI-Generated.
Every morning at exactly 7:10, Elias Mwangi opened the doors to his tiny café on River Street in Nairobi. The brass bell above the door jingled softly, echoing through the narrow shop that smelled of roasted beans, cinnamon, and rain-soaked wood.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
