Historical
Ages Past
Kha, Head Archeologist of Ptolomy IV, carefully brushed off the stone tablet he had just unearthed, engraved with heiratic script. Nearby, a Blot of Scribes sat under a shade, recording the findings in both Egyptian and Greek, to be archived and studied in the Great Library at Alexandria. More, armed with wax tablets and styles rather than papyrus and brushes, were scattered around the dig site, taking notes as the scientists dictated.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Far From Home
The air was heady with the subtle incense of wisteria after rain. Other flowers were mixed in with the wisteria, and unfamiliar scents that Thomas supposed were unique to country living. About the only thing truly familiar was the noise and smoke of the train engine as it chugged along, carriages crammed full of children being sent away from London to the relative safety of the countryside.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Roaring Into The Abyss
They call it the Roaring 20s. Hopeful, in a way. As if all we have to do to banish the lingering spectre of the Great War is to shout loud enough. To party as if the war never happened. As if the legions of dead will be alive again, or the maimed and crippled made whole once more.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Dark Bee The Soul Of Envy. Top Story - April 2023.
1906, Isle of Wight (United Kingdom). Your sister Harriet has brought you with her on a trip to The Isle, which in itself is quite exceptional. Used to living inland, you are now surrounded by sea. Besides, your family could have never afforded to come to this prized resort, with its micro-climate, baths, soft yellow sand and beautifully trimmed grasslands renowned for its beehives. A beautiful picture indeed, were it not for your sister's husband, Wilbur. The boat trip was rocky, at least by your terrestrial standards, although your brother-in-law made a point of clapping your shoulder with a condescending "Stop whining so, Leslie, the sea is calm today!"
By Claire Guérin3 years ago in Fiction
Drone in Deepwater. Second Place in The Mystery Box Challenge.
1894 In Deepwater, the night was reserved for idle contemplation. While the frogs croaked and the crickets chittered and the thick, dark water lapped against the reeds, Sadie lit a candle and her husband, Frank, smoked a pipe.
By Bella Nerina3 years ago in Fiction
Voyeur in the Bascàl. Runner-Up in The Mystery Box Challenge.
Deacon Dillabaud nurtured the vacant expression of a daydreamer. He sat solitary in his apartment while fidgeting with his necktie; a bowl of oatmeal chilled into a loaf beneath his restless fingers. Stacks of neatly filed newspapers lay unread before him on the stained oak table.
By Zack Graham3 years ago in Fiction
10 Key Components Of A Landing Page That Will Capture Leads
10 Key Components Of A Landing Page That Will Capture Leads Your landing page is one of the most important pages on your website. It’s the first impression that visitors to your site will have, and it’s what convinces them to take action and sign up for your newsletter or make a purchase. If you don’t have a great landing page, then you could be losing potential customers to your competition! With this in mind, let’s look at 10 key components of a landing page that will capture leads.
By Bryant Gray3 years ago in Fiction
Mining Man
He placed his gloved hand over his brow and wiped. He was hot and sweaty, the work was hard, grinding. His face was smeared with dirt , and his clothes were musty smelling. Five years he had been working in this mine. They had a pretty good haul just a few weeks ago. He lifted his Pick ax and hummed as he sheathed it into the rock above him. He again wondered why the hell he didn’t go to college. His old man was on his case about it, but he was a miner too. His father had mined for the war, tungsten, barite, and lead to make bullets. He had finished high school, and started working for the same company as his pop. It was not that he was dumb, he really liked mechanics and figuring out things. Kids used to bring him their broken bikes and he had this innate talent to fix them, even better than they were. Yeah , he was smart alright, just not book smart. Sometimes he would get things backwards, numbers, letters, and he had to figure out how to make them right. He figured out a system, and from then things improved, but it was too late for college acceptance. Working in the shaft made sense, his father had done it , his grandfather as well, and now he did it, a family tradition. He stopped for a minute and grabbed his canteen. The cool water trickled down his dusty throat.
By compassion243 years ago in Fiction
Box?
EL Supervisor was walking at night during "homeless tour" down the popular historic pacific coast 🛣️ highway. When he suddenly heard an angelic sounding ringing as he got closer to a normal looking carton box 📦 in the middle of the road. A flickering street light lit up this mystery normal looking seal carton box with no labels, logos or packaging of any kind to identify who it belong to or what contents it might have inside. Immensely eager and curious to find out what was making the sound. He try to open it with his blunt box cutter knife, 🔪 but to his surprise the box rattle like if it contain a trap 🪤 wild animal. The ringing noise slowly began fading away while icy noctilucent clouds clear out the darken purplelish night sky 🌌 to make room for the gigantic Blood 🩸 moon eclipse happening.
By Jose Elias3 years ago in Fiction
