Historical

Heroes of Nagato
Imagine living in a place where just turning the corner bring you face to face with stalls upon stalls with merchants of every kind, people everywhere, talking, bartering, and laughing. The most calm and peaceful city in which to live.
By Nicole Cormier3 years ago in Fiction
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Through the crackling of the fire, surrounded by the bricks that fortified its internal inferno, it was quite apparent that the man’s soul burned with. Till both the fire and his soul extinguish, so will his ambitions to live forth. Both flames that once stood firm with the roots surrounded by his personal library amongst the walls. Many who he breathed life into just to one day take away.
By DakTH3 years ago in Fiction
Hello Again
“My vision was blurry. The lights above and around carried their tails to one end to the other. Back and forth just like the chatter amongst voices I could not recognize. It was quite haunting in thought, but I felt warm. The warmth was unexplainable, not the depths of my body but in my spirit. My body felt numb and too stiff to move and when I did, these numb hands would caress and pin me down. I flared around further fear but did so with a smile, I think. I felt closer to home. I laid there fighting the beating of the drum. One after another. It got louder and perhaps more sinister, but the feeling of vibration kept the same. Ringing in my ears became louder with the drums. My eyes heavy but distinct voices became audible at this point, telling me to stay awake. I was afraid to go to sleep, but sleep was what I needed. I’ve had sleep paralysis before, so I didn’t think this was any different. The vibrational feeling became very loud and felt it in the warmth of my body to a point I was going to explode. My eyes then blinked slowly till they closed shut.
By DakTH3 years ago in Fiction
Moxie in "Cruel Doubt"
The last place Marko would ever have expected to meet the devil was in Saint Ronan’s Church. Even the New York police seemed forbidden to enter into its austere and mystical quarters, if their intention was to take him into custody; but an agent of pure evil, of course, would not be so hindered. And evildoers, he was stunned to learn, wanted him, too — more than the police did.
By Eric Wolf3 years ago in Fiction
The Lesser Deliberations of the Papal Court
1. Prologue The Pope took his coffee black. It was brought to him promptly by a servant, polished shoes echoing off marble floors, and set beside his gilded throne on a silver tray. Steam caught on a draft wafted an aroma both pleasant and strange to his nose. It was earthy and nutty, with a hint of caramel; distinctly different from the wines and ales he was accustomed to. So Inviting, the Pope thought, though the sentiment was somewhat undercut by the way his servant winced as he placed his fingers on the handle of the ceramic cup.
By O.S. Lawrenchuk3 years ago in Fiction
Vampire Hunters
With our back story out of the way, it is now time to travel into the future two thousand twenty years after the rising of Christ. My brother and I were no longer in Israel we moved all over the world and now resided in the heart of the United States in Kansas City. We work for the Federal Bureau of Investigations in a small department called the Abnormal Investigations Unit. The unit consists of six Field Agents and an Intelligence Analyst. The unit's mission is to keep the underworld from intertwining with the human world.
By Jorden Dunbar3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Window of Apollo. Runner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room... She glanced down at the papyrus on her lap. The hot flames bit at her nostrils as she struggled to finish her inscription before the fires finished their consumption of Troy.
By Emily Marie Concannon3 years ago in Fiction
New Beginnings
‘I shouldn’t have done it,’ Jane sighed to herself as the rickety cart thumped over the muddy ridges left by yesterday’s Cobb and Co mail run, ‘but it’s done now, and it can’t be undone.’ Looking back over her shoulder at the barely visible sea of grubby white tents flapping in the summer breeze, she resolved that there would be no more looking back, and turned away from the goldfields of Victoria, her past, and her marriage to Denis Fagan, the sparkly-eyed, champagne tongued Irish gold miner who had lost himself in the booze and despair of many a destitute miner on the Ballarat diggings.
By AEM Denard3 years ago in Fiction
The Yellow Hibiscus Chapter 22
When I arrived at my apartment, Willoby was in the hall waiting for me. "What do you want, Sergeant, Mr., or whatever else, Willoby? Just who the heck are you anyway?"
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
Passing Through
Father Almighty, Deliver my people. Deliver my homeland. Restore the Emerald Isle to the World of Erie. Maybe you could bring Erie back to us again? In the Name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.
By Emily Marie Concannon3 years ago in Fiction
The Underwood Dragon
Lilly is on school holidays; she went camping with her parents. She is sitting in her new Landcruiser, her parents assume there is enough space inside the Landcruiser to sleep and eat. But Lilly knows there's not enough space in the car. Lilly has a dog named Jeffy. He is coming to camp. Her brother Jordan does not want to come because Jeffy licks him and then Jeffy’s saliva comes out of his mouth and dribbles on Jordan's pants. I know that is a bit disgusting anyway, but Lilly’s parents decided that they were going to Underwood Island. In stories and news Lilly heard there are volcanoes, which are big and black. It has fire in it. Lilly said she is not scared of volcanoes if they do not erupt during my school holidays.
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima3 years ago in Fiction
10 Most Interesting Facts About the Vikings
Back in the day, the Vikings were a force to be reckoned with, and for good cause. the title They disliked the appellation "Vikings," which was code for "pirates." Given how brutal the Vikings were, it was undoubtedly a moniker that was whispered The Vikings were fierce warriors, but they were also gentle, compassionate people who took great pride in their appearance.
By jean ford3 years ago in Fiction