Historical

Xixia: an ancient city submerged in the sand sea of the Western regions
1. The secret treasure of Blackwater City There is a legend in Inner Mongolia folk has been: hundreds of years ago, in a military town of xixia kingdom silver moon had stationed on a "general O'hara," his name is ha, bateer (Mongolian language, meaning the black hero), since the day bateer warrior, is deep the emperor, the emperor and his young daughter betrothed to general black do ha, Mrs (meaning).
By nathen kapor3 years ago in Fiction
The Program
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. “ The students in the lecture hall snicker quietly to themselves, as Dr. Caliste continues past her joke- a subtle jab at the recent controversy surrounding Dr. Mcgillis, who tried to argue otherwise.
By D3 years ago in Fiction
Hand of Penance
Damian woke to a ticking sound coming from his pocket and a splitting headache. Investigating the noise with his hand he felt cold metal in his pocket and retrieved a fob watch he didn’t recall owning. Looking around him he saw the interior of a train, the fancy kind of train car he could never hope to afford to ride in. The kind he’d sooner hijack, regardless. Everyone but him seemed to be sleeping peacefully, with punched tickets resting at their sides.
By J. Phillip Parker3 years ago in Fiction
What Really Happened
I'm in the furnace room on board the Titanic "the unsinkable". One thing is for sure, this ship is going down. In fact, that's what I'm doing here -- I'm going to sink it.
By E. C. Gabriel3 years ago in Fiction
JOURNEY
It's the journey, not the destination. Time keeps on marching, marching into the future! ******** Dancing to I'll Be Seeing You and knowing that each second, minute, and hour will pass all too quickly, you move and sway to the music as if it will go on and on forever. "If only," you sigh.
By Babs Iverson3 years ago in Fiction
The Fields Beyond Green Mountain
The sounds of a train moving along its tracks were unmistakable; the chugging of the engine, the rhythmic clunk of the wheels meeting each new length of track, the occasional metallic squeak. In them, Sage had always found comfort. She allowed her eyes to linger beneath their covers, taking in all she could, fully aware that once they were opened, the peace of the moment would be lost.
By Sean Morrison3 years ago in Fiction
Ghost Train
Priscilla's head jostled softly side to side with the vibrations of the train, her head rested against a window that had a cream colored curtain drawn closed. Slowly Priscilla opened her eyes and rubbed away the sleep. Where am I? She wondered. Gaining her focus Priscilla realized she was on a train. How did I end up here? Priscilla thought to herself. The more Priscilla tried to retrace her steps she realized the more she couldn't remember. In what town did she currently reside? Did she live alone or with others? Had she ever become a school teacher? Priscilla couldn't remember. She knew where she had grown up, she remembered the city she moved to when she was 20. But after that, nothing, two whole years of her life... gone. Priscilla started to feel panicked with all sorts of disillusions starting to flood her mind and decided she had better look for help. As she looked around the train carriage for the first time Priscilla was startled to notice that she was the only one there.
By S.J. Parker3 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Age
A piercing shriek of laughter filled the air and startled Eveline awake. She gave the ceiling a bleary eyed stare, expecting to see her pendant drop chandelier looking back at her but instead she saw rows of small, electric lights covered by frosted glass. They illuminated a trail of wooden framed windows covered with navy blue drapes and a luxurious quilted ceiling. She felt groggy and the surrounding sounds disturbed her. The ongoing chatter and clinking of glasses eventually wore down her peaceful sleep state and jolted her into reality.
By Auri T3 years ago in Fiction
Bison Ridge
You wake up at the crack of dawn. Fragrant scents of nature flow into your nostrils on a fair breeze. You return the now moistened and hot gust back into the air.
By Tewahway3 years ago in Fiction
Special Delivery
The Beast without a story chomped methodically and looked out upon the world. Enos Granville III awoke to a pain that felt like a spike had been driven through his head. He assumed he was alive for in his opinion pain was strictly for the living. If he was dead he didn’t want to know about it. Where was he? How had he gotten here? Pain was chasing away all thought. He couldn’t even make the effort to open his eyes. He drifted back into unconsciousness. When he came to again the pain was slightly less and curiosity slightly stronger. He seemed to be laying on his side, a steady rumble and a systematic clacking vibrating his body. He attempted to engage his memory.
By Dan West3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Stand
This may be the last time I can gaze upon the moon, it's truly a beautiful thing, and if the fates decide this to be my last moments, I am happy to see it one last time. For war is upon us, the hard ruler is ready to march out and face the enemy.
By Thomas Tome3 years ago in Fiction
Echo Express
Thom’s eyes fluttered open like a newborn. He looked around, dazed for a moment. Reaching into his pocket, he found no ticket or any information about the train he was on.
By Alexander Gearhart3 years ago in Fiction