Historical
Rest in Peace, Sweet Camelot
Eddie watched, as the crowd passed him. They were bunched together on the spiral climb up to The Boston Garden floor; inching their way upward, more like spawning salmon, than an every-day, up and down the street, ordinary line. It was far better watching as folks piled out of what was popularly called The Gardens. There was that push of humanity, like air rushing from a slow flat, just wanting to get out of that space.
By David X. Sheehan4 years ago in Fiction
Human Rainforest
A ship is safe in harbour, but that's not what ships are for. ― John A. Shedd It happened suddenly. Out of nowhere, I’d say. Or out of the blue and red and yellow like the feathers of a magnificent scarlet macaw in the shades of my ship’s rudders. What a beauty she was. The Scarlet Macaw in her most glorious days. Three-masted; square-rigged on the foremast and mainmast and lateen-rigged on the mizzenmast; six sails; carvel-built carrack in deep scarlet. I faintly suspected that it would eventually happen, but since I didn’t believe it, my hopes didn’t wake up at all. Usually, this is the case when you don’t expect it, your greatest adventure can strike when you don’t think about it. And then it comes. Quite unexpectedly.
By Moon Desert4 years ago in Fiction
Through Time and Space
Astrolabes are a piece of ancient Muggle technology. A device used for reckoning time and navigation by astronomical observations. Once, they were considered the smartphones of their day. Today their uses lay more in the education of astronomy. However, finding one today has never been all that exciting in terms of providing new information to the past.
By Rosemary Kash4 years ago in Fiction
The Watch
See the author's note at the end of this Chapter. Prologue: Dust to Dust. There are some who would have it that the flapping of a butterfly's wings in the distant Amazon can have in impact on the path or intensity of a tornado in Texas. On such inconsequential things can rest the lives of humankind. There is something far beyond this myopic view, for, in truth, when some fold in space and time causes two grains of dust to smite each other in the vast, cold reaches of distant space, the fate of great nations can be decided, and even the very destiny of a world determined.
By Mark Newell4 years ago in Fiction
It Walks on Four legs
Captain Arthur Ashford sat on his haunches beneath a tree and smoked the last of his tobacco. With his right hand he tucked a long strand of his greasy blonde locks behind his ear. He couldn't recall the last time he bothered to shave or trim his hair. It seemed the least of his worries now.
By Rylan Alexander4 years ago in Fiction
Do You Fear His Gods?
1. We were dead before the battle ever started, and we knew it. This whole campaign was a death wish. We had fools and bumblers giving us our orders, and they had the greatest mastermind who had ever led soldiers in battle. He might as well have been a god.
By Littlewit Philips4 years ago in Fiction
The Hidden
The Welsh border is foreboding and breathtaking, filled with rolling green hills and ancient ruins. The ideal spot for Jed and Olivia Peale to live their dream life. Jed was at the top of his career working as a psychiatric nurse practitioner, just landing a job at the top hospital in Cardiff. Olivia has a Ph.D. in medieval history and escaping here is the perfect sabbatical for her to research the reign of Mary, otherwise known as Bloody Mary Tudor.
By Michael J Massey4 years ago in Fiction
Wind Witch Chapter 5
Wind Witch by Sheila Chingwa Chapter 5- Leaving Fall enclosed on the boarding school. Leaves had fallen from the trees. Hunter’s full moon would soon happen. Sarah sat on the ground pouting. Jade was stressed as Father Unic was ill and needed attention. His fever was high and he shook from chills as he slept. Sarah tried to help but Jade ushered her out of the room.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Wind Witch Chapter 4
Wind witch by Sheila Chingwa Chapter 4 The four men sat themselves down around the table. They seemed comfortable sitting at the Victorian style table. Jack slung his bag off his back and drew out his sage, tobacco, and little metal skillet. He rolled a ball of sage in between his hands and placed it in the pan and placed it in the middle of the table and lit it. The smoke rolled up into the air to cleanse it. Jack stood up and grabbed his eagle feather from his bag and began to cleanse the feather in the midst of the lofting smoke. He proceeded to move from person to person in the room so each could cleanse themselves before they continued the conversation of the boy’s fate. Jack paused in front of Pete and paused for a moment of recognition. The older man bent over the boy’s body and began to smudge him. The boys lifeless body laid so still except for the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing became steadier as the smoke removed the negative energies from the night's events.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Cryophobia
Commander Mackenzie was afraid of ice on water. It seemed silly to anyone who didn’t know his story, but it was quite understandable to those who knew him. He had survived the sinking of the Titanic. When he explained his reasoning, everyone left it at that.
By Catherine Kruger4 years ago in Fiction
The Long March Home
Torches roar. I mean, the old style, pitchfork-and-mob torches. Tiki torches? I had never once thought about them until December 31st, 2018, but they roar. When you light them. They roar like the wind can roar in the Hebridean winter, for a moment. No, they roar like the crash of the tumultuous sea against the side of a stricken boat.
By TheSpinstress 4 years ago in Fiction
