Historical
Gus the Bus
This story was inspired by Lucas Marcus, Facebook group: The Writer's Forum. Lucas posted the picture asking, "If this bus was a character in your book. What name would you her or him?" I saved the picture, because I liked it and wanted to see what I could do with it. Thus, Gus the Bus was born.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
Mystical fortune of Andrew Carnegie
Andrew Carnegie, known as one of the most successful industrialists of the late 19th and early 20th centuries, is often remembered for his significant contributions to the American steel industry and his extensive philanthropy. However, in this article, we explore how Carnegie's success is intertwined with his use of Islamic talismans, known as taweez, said to be prepared for him by a Turkish Sufi mystic.
By salam burdu2 years ago in Fiction
Unveiling Africa's Enigmas
Africa, a mainland wealthy in history and secret, has been an enrapturing jungle gym for pilgrims and researchers. From antiquated human species to strange geographical arrangements, Africa has uncovered disrupting revelations that challenge how we might interpret the world. In this blog, we'll dive into 20 secrets, consolidating fascinating realities with a hint of humor to make the excursion through Africa's conundrums both instructive and engaging.
By Michael Oregbuyide2 years ago in Fiction
Redwoods Uncovered
Good tidings, individual globe-trotters! Picture this - a post-blizzard pass through the captivating redwoods, where fallen branches play a genuine round of get sticks out and about. Yet, in the midst of the bedlam, these 300-foot tall beasts conceal antiquated mysteries, holding stories more established than realms and arriving at levels that resist creative mind. Go along with me on an excursion through the redwood adventure - a story of monsters, Dash for unheard of wealth, and the unanticipated dangers of web notoriety.
By Michael Oregbuyide2 years ago in Fiction
The Terms of Immortality
I have been tossed about my entire existence. I am sturdy, full of strength, nothing could break me so much, that I ended up in this spiralling existence. Many decades of grubby fingers, handling my body. At one point, I was valued, something to be treasured with the seal of authenticity stamped upon me. Once I glowed, but over time, through wear and tear, being dropped and swapped, from peasants that found me lying in the middle of the cobbled roads, who thought their fortune had turned, to the wealthy merchants that haggled me for goods or for bets.
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in Fiction











