Historical
Rosalie Decides to Walk. Top Story - November 2023.
Canicatti, Sicily | July 6th, 1943 Outside of the church Rosalie ripped away the black veil that was attached to her ridiculous black hat, freeing her thickly curled hair that barely grazed her shoulders and stuffed it into the hungry mouth of a rusted trash bin. Breathing in through her nostrils and out through her mouth, she deeply inhaled the cool night air and used the sleeve of her black blouse to wipe away any lingering tears still dampening her cheeks.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Friendly Fire
Canicatti, Sicily | July 10th, 1943 | 2:32A.M Fire, incendiary rounds, and steel aircraft parts exploded all around him as he once again tumbled through hot, Italian air. Limp, densely-dark shadows of fellow paratroopers bounced off of his body as he struggled to tug the rip chord to his parachute.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Unsolved Mystery of The Mary Celeste
The vast expanse of the Atlantic Ocean has long been a theater of mystery, and few tales are as haunting as that of the Mary Celeste—a ghost ship that silently sailed into the annals of maritime history. The mysterious disappearance of the crew aboard this vessel in 1872 has fueled speculation, conspiracy theories, and a persistent sense of unease. The Mary Celeste, laden with alcohol and in seaworthy condition, posed a perplexing puzzle that has intrigued investigators, historians, and conspiracy theorists for over a century. Join us as we unravel the enigma surrounding the Mary Celeste, a vessel that set sail into oblivion and left an indelible mark on the maritime imagination.
By Eli Adjeyi2 years ago in Fiction
Last Letter Home. Top Story - November 2023.
My dearest Catherine, My love, I hope you are well and safe this Christmas, for it’s a glorious Christmas night here as I sit penning this letter to you. While I dream of being with you and the children at the lake, sitting beside the fire, drinking wine with you as William and Mary play at our feet, there are things happening here in Trenton, and it’s a dream that I do not dare dream, for it makes what comes next that much harder.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Theme: "Beyond the Veil of Night: The Ethical Quandaries of Dream Manipulation"
Introduction: Something has happened in the quiet hallways of science that has the potential to change reality itself. The manipulation of dreams, which was previously believed to be limited to science fiction and mythology, has come to light in the harsh light of scientific investigation.
By Jyothi Reddy2 years ago in Fiction
Dunes of Rome
Blood trickled down my forearms from the multiple sword wounds, and dripped into the hot sand behind me, marking my long journey in a staggered line of steaming crimson. The further I grazed, the softer the murderous cheers from the ravenous crowds became, allowing the bewitching, whispering voices to sing their trancing hymns of hope to all of the desert's unfortunate travelers.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Magnificent Feather
My breath could be seen while standing under the bright green tree, our eyes met not knowing exactly what I'm seeing. The happiest chirp came from his magnificent beak with the stern look on his face and his red eyes that resembled as the prettiest rubies that could ever exist. I calmly chuckled while saying "wow you're one unique looking bird", this is the first time I have seen something that would be considered out of this world. But just as I was about to pet the sunning creature I was called for, my closest friend who is also my maid Lady Meredith needed me to return back to my chamber.
By CompyBlanco2 years ago in Fiction









