Historical

Coda
If she wasn’t personally looking upon the wonder of what was transpiring around her, she never would have believed it. “How is this even possible?” she asked, not completely sure if her mysterious companion was still listening.
By Trick Broughton4 years ago in Fiction
And They Lived Happily Ever After
It was 2015. Me and some girls I had met from the university library we all pratically lived at were glued to the tv screen in front of us. We knew well enough how the movie would end. The couple had finally received the father figure's blessing. The male lead had acquired a huge promotion in his career from displaying his professionalism, passion and determination over a very controversial case. And they all lived happily ever after... You know the story like the back of your hand.
By Alexis M4 years ago in Fiction
HER HANDS #10
Installment 10 Chapter 5 Scenes 41- 44 In the morning Mother Clothilde joined her staff in the dining hall for breakfast. The nurses and aides coming off the twelve hour shift were pale, haggard. They were in poor sprits; they jostled and glared icily at each other and at the women arriving for the next shift. Considering the foul temperament on display, the nun thought it best to ask how the shift had gone, especially in front of the others coming on. She didn’t want the one group of women to be upsetting the others, and yet there clearly were events or circumstances that may need to be addressed. She called the night shift charge nurse to her, and explained she wanted to discuss how the previous shift had gone, “Away from the others.”
By Ed Burke4 years ago in Fiction
I sold Grandma's brooch
From the diary of Alice Tubbs. August 2, 1876. Deadwood, Black Hills Dear Mother, I'd come in on the stage, less than a week ago, but I was desperate for money. I was now a widow, and there weren’t a lot of employment options available for women in the town of Deadwood—if town wasn’t too fancy a name for the meager sprawl of unpainted false-fronted frame buildings along the single rutted muddy street.
By R. E. Perry4 years ago in Fiction
fantasy style
The word imaginary refers to an illusion or imaginative idea. Fantastic, a related term also describes something that is fictional and unreal. As its name suggests, the literary genre of fiction refers to stories filled with fictional and unreal elements.
By Navin Kumar das4 years ago in Fiction
HER HANDS #10
Please note. There are descriptions of religious beliefs and practices contained in HER HANDS. They are intended for use as setting, cultural context and character development. They are not intended to promote or criticize any religious belief or practice.
By Ed Burke4 years ago in Fiction
Alternative Ending to 9/11
Introduction: American Airlines flight attendant Betty Ong, 45, known as “Bee,” of Andover, Mass., was working tourist class on flight 11, a Boeing 767, flying from Boston to Los Angeles on September 11th 2001. Betty placed a 23 minute call to a Nydia Gonzalez at the American Airlines operations desk emergency line at 8:20 AM. The call ceased at 8:43 AM.
By Alex Trufia4 years ago in Fiction
HOME FRONT:
(WARNING): TRIGGER WARNING, this story contains the topic and details of war. This is your first and final warning in the case that you are not comfortable with stories involving war or brutal conflict. This is merely a fictional story being told, the events in this story did not occur in real life.
By Chase Rath4 years ago in Fiction
The realm of mysteries
Everything is white, pure white, magnificent. I'm waking up... I hear screams, many screams. I turn my head to the right and see injured people, on the left things were no better, everything was just blood. I try to get up but I can't. By my second most desperate attempt to get up in the end I succeed. I don't know if this is reality or just a nightmare. I wipe my eyes with dust, and the first thing I see is a girl trapped in a vine. I walk towards her but the forces let go and I fall. "Is this my end?" I ask myself. Then fall asleep ...
By Aiki Nightore4 years ago in Fiction
A Fight Worth Having
They were strangers in this land, everyone was, but they were alienated more than most. It was 1847 and they had travelled west in search of a new homeland. The journey had been hard. It was a long trek through cold, desolate land, traversing the Rocky Mountains in the frigid, harsh, winter before finally settling in Utah. They had followed Brigham Young from their settlement in Illinois after the murder of their leader, Joseph Smith.
By T.D. Zummack4 years ago in Fiction
History of Aubrev and the Eptfyluum in the Second Era:
The most written about Aelindhe (or Elves in Nidaenesse) queen of Aubrev Ceit Eptfyluum was Craevys Pulmórelle (see Artys Fylumcalum's painting). She was born on the 25th of Elhreg in 19 2E to the Fifth High King of the Aelindhe, Coursan “Vounts Salauts” Pulmórelle, and his wife queen Vólethia, Lady of Kefyluum. She began her rule on the First of Byyren in the year 102 of the Second Era. She ascended the throne at the young age of eighty-three when her father died in a bandit attack on the road between Rhovehk and Aubrev.
By Rûvarian Myriadis4 years ago in Fiction
Her Sacrifice
Prologue 1341 Scotland Screams of pain and agony echoed through the smoke filled skies. Every direction one looked was filled with fighting and bloodshed. A pained whimper choked out of a small child's throat as her father was slaughtered before her eyes. In the opposite direction an entire family was being barricaded in their home as the roof was set aflame. Merciless. In the center of it all a sole figure stood. Basking in the chaos and suffering of the innocent.
By Eli Prinos4 years ago in Fiction