Historical
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
From the Fields of Fennel
Breathe in. Breathe out. Keep your pace. Pan save me, my legs are tired. Breathe in. Breathe out. You’ve done this before. Just breathe. Breathe in. Breathe out. You’ve been here before. You’ve seen all of this before. You are almost there. Just keep your pace. Breathe in. Breathe out. The pain will subside. The pain will go away. Pan, please, make the pain go away. Breathe in. Breathe Out.
By Scott Moser3 years ago in Fiction
The Brothers of Logan County
Martin Cheney stood on a hillock at the edge of his claim, looking out over the eastern trail to see a small cloud of dust raised by a lone rider. It was a warm, muggy August afternoon in Logan County in the Oklahoma territory, some hazy sunshine, and no rain for weeks. Cheney stood looking, waiting. He knew who the rider was.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 years ago in Fiction
Don't worry 'cause Andy ain't a drunkard
Chapter 1 Andy’s President? Knock!!! Andrew Johnson’s peaceful slumber would have to end soon. Preferably before Father Abraham’s violent slumber ends, as somebody must be ready at the helm of our ship of state when it does. Mind you, Seward might have a steadier hand, but what’s the use? Seward’s deader than our dying President. Even if he survives, he’s two places below Johnson in the line of succession. “Governor Johnson, I have to speak with you!” That must have done the trick; one could hear quick movement from the other side of the door.
By Simon Fields 3 years ago in Fiction
Gehenna - Ode to Persephone - Chapter Two "A Grand Entrance"
Chapter Two A Grand Entrance The lights in the grand dining room of the Chateau de la Chevre D’or were as blinding as daylight, as if those in charge of the hotel found a way to bring the sun inside for the night along with their guests. And, just as the outside of the great structure had been updated to match the opulence and splendor of these new times, so had the interior. A grand orgy of evidence that if you were a world traveling sort of person with lots of money to burn they would prefer you burn it here. Burn it, eat it, drink it, bathe in it. They cared not. As long as you were giving them a share for the pleasure of facilitating your debauchery, their attitude was, “It’s the 20’s! Anything Goes!”
By If You're Feeling Adventurous...3 years ago in Fiction
Divine Beings
2001 Sat between two stacks of oak bookcases— one devoted entirely to old tomes of Egypt and her pharaohs, the other to the histories of Asia Minor and the Levant— was a studious eight-year-old, nosedeep in a 19th century biography. The Exploits of J. H. B. Montserrat, Volume II. She flicked through the musty pages quickly, but with a keenness uncommon of a girl her age. Not for biographies at least. Even one as fantastical as that which she had chosen.
By Samuel Andrew Milner3 years ago in Fiction
Gehenna - Ode to Persephone - Chapter 1 "A Provencal Holiday"
Chapter One A Provencal Holiday July was nearing its final curtain. The time for the season of tourists and sightseers to host its last few nights of bustling parties. Time for the starry-eyed crowds to reawaken to the real world and return to the humdrum of their normal lives – or at least most. For many this otherworldly magic had become a lifestyle, in many ways a religion; transforming this once ordinary place into a site of devout pilgrimage.
By If You're Feeling Adventurous...3 years ago in Fiction
Counting the Stars
Anthony and Benjamin hadn’t known each other long - just a few months, in fact. The war against the Nazis created new opportunities for everyone in America. Both were honored to serve their country, and both had formed a close friendship that turned to love through the trials in the trenches they faced daily. When the war was won by the Allied forces, both decided to keep in touch through letters, though they lived hundreds of miles away.
By Taylor Charbonneau3 years ago in Fiction
