Historical

The Roman and The Fort
One Roman survived. The soldier appeared in our village in the misty gray of dawn, mud spattered and bloodied. If the blood was his own or that of someone else did not matter to us. He was Roman and we were Brigantes.
By Sherry Cortes3 years ago in Fiction
Boiling water for benefactors
During the Northern Wei Dynasty, there was a foolish man named Wei Ting in Hebei, who had a high fever when he was three years old, and because he was not cured for a long time, his brain was burned, so he was a bit dumb.
By 肖湾3 years ago in Fiction
MR.Violence: Part One
Born In Heaven, Raphael a guardian angel tasked to work a hand full of people on earth for many years. Rapheal also had a part to play in the battle of heaven as he was youngest angel and was very close with Lucifer up until he betrayed him during the battle which he had become the fallen and became the Devil .
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Fiction
The Incomplete Elements of Reign.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I remember thinking this to myself the day it happened, laying upside down on my couch, in the dark living room of my apartment. With Bethoven blaring in my noise canceling headphones and rivers of tears streaming down my face. Staring into my existential void through eloquently transitioned images of space dancing across the tv screen ahead of me. But, that was then.
By Courtney Nichols3 years ago in Fiction
Sweet Memories on a Summer Night
It was a dangerous night to be on the roads. Highwaymen roamed the countryside, preying on travellers and barring bridges until unwilling victims coughed up their monthly earnings and whatever else was deemed valuable. Those fortunate enough were sent on their way, while others met the Lord above with desperate prayers still on their lips.
By Ro3 years ago in Fiction
The Yellow Hibiscus Chapter 18
I sighed, thinking I must find out if the diamond in my possession was natural and, if so, how many carats. Of course, the problem was that I had a weapon, and I couldn't really let anyone touch it until I knew exactly what it was. I sat there, afraid to move, wondering what the gypsy had seen while she was reading my palm.
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
Harriet's Hesitation
A mysterious unknown father is all very well, if one is a character in a novel, but there are benefits to a loving husband and in-laws who adore you. Miss Emma Woodhouse had all the advantages in life, and must therefore be forgiven a somewhat rose-coloured view of the world.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
The lost Ark of the Covenant
Church, is considered the holiest place in all of Ethiopia. It is said to have been built to house the Ark of the Golden Covenant.
By rod keyla3 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery of the Undersea Pyramid
In April 1977, scientists in the Atlantic Ocean and the Caribbean Sea at the bottom of the Bermuda Triangle found a 200 meters high seabed pyramid. The following year, in 1978, Rocher Verger, director of the International Diving Center, led his team on a special trip to the Bermuda Triangle. That day, the sky was clear and the wind was calm. While they were sailing steadily in the sea, a storm suddenly arose, and the sea became misty and white. The ship was out of control and they had to throw themselves into the sea. When they had gone down to a depth of 100 meters, they saw a great pyramid with two large holes through which the sea was passing at great speed, causing great waves. After a while, when the phenomenon disappeared, the sea became calm again.
By perla estrada3 years ago in Fiction
The White Oak. Top Story - August 2022.
The repeater grew heavy in Quinn’s hands. Pressed into a corner of the room between the side wall and a chipped and worn bureau, he tensed and relaxed his hands in turn to try to alleviate the perceived heaviness of the paltry 9-pound piece of wood and steel. It wasn’t actually heavy at all, he’d just been waiting in the same position for too long. Quietly waiting. Patiently waiting. Almost motionlessly waiting.
By Paul Martyn3 years ago in Fiction
The Yellow Hibiscus Chapter 17
I looked around to get my bearings since I'd jumped off the train randomly for fear of being watched. I was at Grand Central Station. The closest was at 5th Avenue and 40th Street East. Though I'd lost track of time, I knew the library would still be open. I set my course and began a brisk walk of a couple of blocks. Walking was therapeutic and much needed in my hyper-harrassed state.
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
Today of all Day`s
Today of all Day`s And, so, the day had finally arrived, and what a lovely spring Sunday afternoon it was of 1924. The sun was out, birds were singing, and Apple Blossom Trees were in full bloom, so full in fact, that some many of them had generously allowed many of their petals to fall and make random patterns on the ground, which looked far better than the usual dark grey pavements. Some locals were already out and about enjoying the sunshine whilst others were just hanging out of their windows happy and more than willing to talk to anyone, especially those who could inform them of all the latest goings on.
By Paul Westlake3 years ago in Fiction