Historical

The Mule from China
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A pair of headlights drove toward the lighted cabin, bobbing and bouncing its way up the dirt road. The road rarely was driven upon and allowed thickets and brush to claim the road as its own. The car slowly approached the cabin and stopped in the clearing. A tall, muscular silhouette opened the car door. He walked to the car's trunk, popped it open, and removed a small briefcase.
By Zante Cafe4 years ago in Fiction
The Doctor is inn
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Nikkie stood there, frozen and numb. The hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up. Chills ran through her body causing her to uncontrollably shake. She tried to scream, but all she could do was let out a quiet squeak. “Mooooom” she muttered out as a tear fell from her eyes. They were there, and she couldn’t leave.
By Nicole Browne4 years ago in Fiction
When building the Great Wall of China
The Great Wall of China was completed at its northernmost point. This project started from the southeast and southwest respectively, and finally intersected here. In the east and west wall-building armies, this method of building in sections was implemented on a much smaller scale, so that the wall builders were divided into squads of about twenty men, each squad being responsible for building out five hundred meters, and then an adjacent squad would build a section of the same length toward them. However, when the two sections were connected, they did not continue to build down to the head of the kilometer, rather, the two teams were sent to a completely different area to build the Wall. This method naturally produced many large gaps, which were gradually and slowly filled in, some even after the Wall was declared completed. Yes, it is said that some of the openings were not filled at all, and although this is a view that can probably only be seen in the many legends that surround the project, the scale of the project is so large that it is impossible to verify these legends by one's own eyes and one's own standards, at least not by a single person.
By sissytisha4 years ago in Fiction
The Mermaid and the Irish Rover
Friday, July4th, 1806 Co. Cork, Ireland My father was a sailor. His father was a sailor, and his father before that. My father always told me growing up that a sailor's life was a hard one (especially because of the terrible food on ships). He wanted me to do absolutely anything but follow in his footsteps...but here I was, toting my belongings up the gang plank to board the Irish Rover for the next few years.
By M.G.4 years ago in Fiction
The man who planted trees
To really know if a person is of outstanding character, you have to spend several years and have the good fortune and opportunity to observe his behavior. If his actions are not selfish, his motives are unbelievably generous, his mind is not filled with thoughts of seeking rewards, and he has left a visible mark on the earth, then it is basically right to conclude that he is a person of outstanding character.
By dannieMoww4 years ago in Fiction
Sled of Furs
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. No, not a candle … this memory feels faint, yet it should clear. A moment is required. Time will break the fog. Yes, I see now it was a match. Not a candle. A match. That is how this night began.
By Justin Andrews4 years ago in Fiction
Finding Idlewild
Ruth walked along her street and up to her drive way, checking the mailbox on the way in. Her dad’s car was already parked in the front, and the lights from the t.v. could be seen through the window dancing across the wall inside the living room.
By Hester Bach4 years ago in Fiction
Mr.Winder climbs a tree
After the national liberation in 1949, Qian Zhongshu and I got an appointment letter from Tsinghua University and returned to our alma mater as teachers. Mr. Wendell was our teacher. It was said that he was quite "emotional" and had some "progressive baggage". Our predecessors, such as Zhou Peiyuan and Ye Qisun, as well as Mr. Wende's old friend, Zhang Xiruo, instructed us both to visit Mr. Wende more often to persuade and counsel him. I did not dare to go because Mr. Wen had the reputation of being a "woman hater". Chung Shu laughed at my words and said that I was so old that I did not even understand the meaning of this word. From then on, I often followed Zhong Shu and went with him, and Mr. Wen and I were very friendly. Because I was more obedient than Zhong Shu, I always obeyed him like a student when he introduced me to any book. Mr. Wen was also not convinced because the salary of the "Soviet expert" was three times higher than his, but after our explanation, he was calmed down. Soon Zhong Shu was seconded to the city to participate in the translation of Mao's Selected Works, so the task of visiting Mr. Wen fell on me alone.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
British Historical Fiction: The Unforgettable Time Periods
The United Kingdom has a long and rich history, and British historical fiction is hot through with stories of love, war, betrayal, and adventure. From the Celts to the Tudors, from the Stuart kings to the Victorians, British history is packed with tales of daring and intrigue.
By Margaret Bennett4 years ago in Fiction
The Toilet in the Forbidden City
Beijing is the imperial city, and the imperial city of the imperial city is the Forbidden City. To put it mildly, after the Republic of China expelled the Xuan Tong, the compound was used as a museum, where nationals could visit. Thus, the Forbidden City will always have walking nationals and sitting nationals, sitting nationals who are tired of walking. As long as the Forbidden City is not accessible by car, the courtyard will always have walking nationals and tired of walking and sitting nationals, because the Forbidden City is large, and it is impossible to change the small.
By BlossomParker4 years ago in Fiction
The 1964
I went to my elementary school reunion today after not having attended one before. 56 years old, I wanted to see what my 12 year old playmates had become today.
By Jackmama4 years ago in Fiction
Where did the Chinaman come from?
I graduated from Tsinghua School at the age of 22, and in the summer of that year, the entire class of dozens of students boarded the President Jack Sun from Shanghai and arrived in Seattle, USA on September 1. After landing, we rested in the YMCA dormitory, and most of us immediately took the train eastward, while only a very few of us stayed behind to wait for the train: those who were ready to go to Colorado Springs included Wang Guohua, Zhao Minheng, Chen Zhaochang, Sheng Shimin and me. Zhao Minheng and I were assigned to rest in a dormitory. There was a big bed in the dormitory, but it was naked without bedding, so we both sat on the bed, bored by being away from home, and very sad in our hearts. It was night time, and the air was cold. Suddenly Sun Qingbo rushed into the room and said loudly.
By Jackmama4 years ago in Fiction