Historical

A Mother's Prayer. Content Warning.
art wr**Title: A Mother's Prayer - The Unforgiving Border** Once upon a time, in a small village nestled deep in the heart of Guatemala, lived Maria, a resilient woman with a heart of gold. Her life revolved around her family - her husband, Miguel, and their two children, Elena and Mateo. They were a happy family, filled with dreams and hopes for a brighter future. But life in their village was becoming unbearable. The land was dry, crops were failing, and the shadows of a dangerous gang loomed over them like a dark cloud.
By Opeyemi Rasheed Aremu 2 years ago in Fiction
THE ENIGMATIC DOG MAN:
tr hart the dense eerie woods lies a forgotten town called Shadowbrook. Legend has it that within the town's boundaries a creature known as the Dog Man roams fearlessly evading capture and defying all conventional logic. While the stories of the Dog Man have been circulating for generations the townsfolk dismissed them as mere folklore.
By Omuirhiren Christopher2 years ago in Fiction
Islands Reappear. Runner-Up in Next Great [American] Novel Challenge. Top Story - December 2025.
Journal Entry #444: Lately I have been thinking about what doc said: so stupid but maybe I’ll try it. Reminder that he said maybe I should try writing my journal entries from an outside observer perspective, maybe so I can be more kind to myself? I don’t think it will work, especially since who can actually be objective about themselves?! That seems like an exercise in futility. Honestly though, I have had the most crazy week so maybe it would be beneficial to slow things down and be as objective as possible about everything that has happened (from an outside perspective). Exclusive, this just in: news with what perhaps reveals some other things that you all don’t know about me? Stay tuned and buckle in:
By Kate Kastelberg 2 years ago in Fiction
The Music In My Head
I listened to my unbearably torn Saddle shoes click on the sidewalk. Click. Click. Click. A crimson morning sky, bleeding with the promise of a new day, showered above my head. I hummed to myself, a spontaneous rhythm I didn’t necessarily know. And then as if someone had whispered gently into my ear, I heard the lyrics. Words and notes sewn together on music score in my mind. Abruptly, I stopped myself and dug through my old worn leather purse. Paper. I needed paper, and a pen. I always seemed to carry both somewhere on my person.
By Amelia Carter 2 years ago in Fiction
The Gates of Night
This will be my last time here, so listen closely. Do you hear that beating drum? That is not just the sound of my old dying heart, that is the song of an entire world unraveled— that world, my world, this land you now call America. The heart of all that was and the heart of all that will be.
By Miles Pen2 years ago in Fiction
Fight of the Phoenix
Good morning everyone. It’s 7:15 a.m. in Newark, New Jersey and the date is September 11th, 2001. I’m on my way to Newark Airport so I can catch my flight to the Bay Area of sunny California. I love the west coast. I wish I was going for vacation, but this time it’s for business. I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to take my wife and kids out there sometime in the next year, we’ve all been planning on it for a long time. So I arrive the airport and not surprisingly it’s just as busy as it’s always been, but it doesn’t take long for me to get my tickets and get to my terminal. Looks like I’m first in flight on United Airlines flight 93, nonstop from Newark to San Francisco.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
Tippecanoe and Telemischief Too. Runner-Up in Next Great [American] Novel Challenge.
Will Harrison looked around the grounds of old estate. It had been - what? Two decades? Twenty-four years since he had last taken his leave? The grouse still called and drummed from the copses of trees nearby, but the landscaping had not been well-maintained and the brush was overgrown. However the brick façade upon which he had insisted, with its double layer of graceful columns, still cast its spell, speaking of power and privilege just like the aristocratic homes of his native Virginia.
By Michael Dilts2 years ago in Fiction
High 70s on the Orange Coast
July 4, 1976 Drawn by the blare of the music, Renee wove her way through the crowded barn of teens and early twenty-somethings toward the stage. The band’s rendition of “Heartbreaker” by the Rolling Stones called her closer.
By Joyce O’Day2 years ago in Fiction
Paul:
Paul: An American Story © Chapter One: Homecoming The train lurched to a halt. The side door on the boxcar slid open, slowly, quietly, at least as quiet as Paul could make it.
By William Blair2 years ago in Fiction
Redemption in Red Earth
January 18, 1812 Somewhere in the Indian Ocean Mary Donovan held her bloody and swollen hands to her stomach and lent over the side of the ship to vomit. A mixture of morning sickness and seasickness had plagued her since the ship had left England almost three months ago, and she was not looking forward to another month of it. She knew she should be grateful that she had not been forced to travel with the First Fleet like her friend Mabel had. There were rumours that their journey had taken over eight months, but she struggled to feel any kind of gratefulness when she was being sent off to an unknown and savage land for a crime she did not commit. Well, mostly did not commit, anyway.
By Jady Rose2 years ago in Fiction
WIDOW'S WALK
WIDOW’S WALK FISHERMAN’S DREAM ~~ ** ~~ (Very loosely based on a true story.) ~~ ** ~~ Victoria was a popular teacher in their little town, and her husband was a competent seaman.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
Climate fiction-world deeply affected by climate change
In the year 2100, the world was no longer the blue and green paradise it once was. The relentless advance of climate change had left it scarred, with vast deserts swallowing up once-thriving cities, and the remnants of a once-cohesive society clinging to the last remaining oasis.
By bernice kavetu2 years ago in Fiction