Historical
Revelation
Arkansas, 1867 It snowed the night Annie Moss died. It was the first snow of the year, fat white clumps floating down to earth in a sleepy dance. They mixed with the dirt and manure of the street as people walked through it. All was still, the special silence that comes with a good snowfall.
By Sherry Cortes3 years ago in Fiction
The Alien & the Anarchists
…5… …4… …3… [Ocean blue pupils dilating rapidly…] A thunderous crash of steel against rock! Man against nature! The freighter tipped to its side knocking both of us back in opposite directions. The short balding man in a black bandana hung on to the deck like he soon would from the highest gallows if I could rescue him! Then it happened…
By Real Monsters 3 years ago in Fiction
A Woman With a Past.
She floats. The bathwater in their large brass tub ran an increasingly-brilliant crimson as she slid the straight razor over the meridian of her delicate wrists hardened by the frontier journey from the plains of Missouri to these cacti-covered hills of the Arizona territory. Their home was built and beautifully appointed, based purely on gambling and extortion, both as town marshal and at the poker tables and frontier billiard halls.
By Real Monsters 3 years ago in Fiction
Hazrat tajuddin baba (Nagpur)
Hazrat Tajuddin baba was born in kamthi. Hazrat's father's name could not be traced. But one of his uncles, Abdul Rahman, has taken care of Hazrat Tajuddin baba. So Hazrat's linage is traced back to Hazrat imam Hussain alahi salam.
By mir quadeer sultan3 years ago in Fiction
The Greatest Among Us
June 5, 1944 The Skies above Normandy The Night Before D-Day Charlie’s hand trembled as he tried to control his fear. He felt his pockets for his ration of cigarettes. With a shaking hand, he pulled one out and put it to his lips, and with the other hand, lit it. He took a deep inhale, trying to calm himself, and breathed out a cloud of smoke. As he trembled and sweat the doubts set in. Charlie allowed his mind to take him home. He thought of his friends, many of whom were fighting on one of the many theaters of war around the world. He thought of the local park in his hometown where he would read under his favorite tree. Then, he thought of his twin sister, Maggie, and his parents. He had family pictures in his helmet. Charlie pulled out his most recent letter from his sister. He hadn’t yet opened it, holding on to it. He didn’t know when he’d be able to get mail from her again, so he kept this one for the moment he’d need it most. He looked at the letter and smiled, then secured it back into his coat pocket. For a moment he felt peace.
By Zach McCauley3 years ago in Fiction
Kissing Her And Making Up
“There was always a time when we argued about the dumbest things,” Mr. Bushwhacker sat at a rolltop quill in hand and wrote a letter before being distracted when youthful innocence enjoying a recreation activity got too aggressive. They were classmates inside the one room that was called a schoolhouse located a walk down the dusty path and a misunderstanding stirred a brewing pot.
By Marc OBrien3 years ago in Fiction
