Historical

The Escape of Marigold Wolfie
The Escape of Marigold Wolfe i (For the freedom of all the world’s children) Cologne Germany was post-card beautiful before the war with its Gothic architecture, connecting villages, and passionate people. It reveled in the cultural and religious differences of its inhabitants. When a baby was born, or a couple was married, church bells rang, and families gathered for celebrations.
By Zel Harrison4 years ago in Fiction
December 4th 1984
Nothing of interest had happened in the months leading up to the discovery. Nothing at all. No clues, hints, whispers in the dark that knew what would happen in December ’84. We were at the holiday house when it happened. Just our luck to miss the only interesting thing that had happened in our small, dull town in decades. You always think you're safe. You never understand until it happens to you. You ignore it, ‘it’s their problem’, you say. Well this time it was our problem.
By Jennifer Walker4 years ago in Fiction
jack of diamonds
CHAPTER 16 parts 2 & 3 “I suppose this is the reason these were the only two costumes left?” Nigel said, stepping into the foyer and looking around. Yesterday had been his first time in one of these palaces—there was no other way for him to describe it—and he smiled, reminding him of the opulent hotel lobbies in Paris where the Generals headquartered. They always occupied the largest of the suites, perhaps thinking rank had its privileges?
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
Politics
It is the Sengoku or “Warring States” period in medieval Japan (c. 1450 - c. 1600). The emperor in Kyoto continues to wield nominal power through his military commander the shogun, but real, day-to-day authority more often rests with the local lords. These daimyo, men like Chosokabe Kunichika, rule clans like the Chosokabe, from the island of Shikoku, and vie for influence over their rivals with armies of samurai and ashigaru. Open warfare, however, is not the only means by which dominance is achieved. The daimyo also employ secretive shinobi like Narisada in campaigns of espionage, sabotage, and assassination, accomplishing with stealth and deception what they cannot with brute force alone.
By Sean Fenlon4 years ago in Fiction
Josef
Have you ever wondered how all the redwings know how to fly south for winter? Like really, how does every single one of them know where to go at the exact same time? And what do they do if one gets lost, or injured?
By Ava Holland 4 years ago in Fiction
Caroline's Splash of Light
Caroline’s Splatter of Light Bath, England, July 1782 Caroline Herschel peered again through the lens as she pondered the tiny speck, she’d seen in the vicinity of the new planet her brother William had discovered just the previous year that he had dubbed, Georgium Sidus in honor of their good, kind King George whose benevolence had allowed their study to continue. Had she actually seen something that looked like a tiny splash of reflected light from that tiny dot of luminescence her lens was focused upon? Could she have seen a different object entirely-a new planet herself? William had only recently trained her on the magic of the wondrous telescope, and she could only use it when he was away. She had eagerly learned all its mysteries and still more were always apparent each time she investigated the sky. Excited, she carefully adjusted the focus to a keen sharpness, and placed her good eye close careful not to move the telescope a fraction, for the area of sky along the solar ecliptic was tiny indeed. One minute vibration would set her view asunder by a degree - a matter of hundreds of thousands of miles if not millions in the backdrop of stars.
By Stephen Vernarelli4 years ago in Fiction
Architect of His Demise
Wandering the lengthy pathways of Athens, Perillos's gaze remained locked at his feet as he was stuck in a endless loop of thought. You see, the day prior, the Gods of Chaos and Torture came to Perillos and offered him the challenge of a lifetime. They assigned him the task to think of the most painful and agony-inducing torture method of all-time and if he could pull it off, he'd be rewarded with immortality. Understanding the weight of the task and the implications if his invention would be replicated, he knew exactly what he had to do and agreed to take part in the challenge.
By Connor Davis4 years ago in Fiction
AdoraBULL!
Augustine breathed in the dusty air as he made his way in the hot, summer sun. Sweat dripped down his brow, causing him to readjust his hat. The bandana that hung around his neck was pulled up over his nose and mouth. There was still a ways to go but hopefully he would make it unscathed. He took a sip of water and looked up at the cloudless skies. It was the worst day for this journey, but he had no choice. The time was now. As a cool breeze pushed him forward, he felt a cold shiver down his leg.
By Thomas Hernandez4 years ago in Fiction
Live and Let Die
Paris, 1982 Angela stepped into the roomy walk-in closet and glanced over her shoulder. She hadn’t gone through Hayden’s jacket pockets in weeks and wanted to get it over with before they flew out that night. His suitcase sat next to bedroom door and she wondered if opening it was worth the risk. She doubted he’d pack anything incriminating and anyway, he’d realize she’d been through it in about a millisecond.
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Fiction
The Devil and the Debutant
The woman on the balcony had been a candle’s light in the night. She had flickered bright against the abyss of the night; darkening everything else the longer you stared at her. The lamps indoors and outside had cast shadows compared to her bright brilliance. Embarrassment flooded The Duke of Portland as he realized how he had been drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He was grown man for pities sake he knew how odious an infatuation could be. He ought to have known how to recognize and eradicate it. He hadn’t though, though. He stood there like a fool gawking at her and now he replayed that look she gave the sky and the way she had seductively closed her eyes and suck in the crisp night air.
By E. J. Strange4 years ago in Fiction
A Long Night in Eindhoven
My name is Judah Meijer. I was born May 5, 1897. I was a soldier and farmer, and am now a husband and father. I am a Jew. When the Germans invaded the Netherlands, my family and I were forced to flee our home outside Arnhem. I was fortunate enough to have friends willing to conceal my family from the SS and men like Captain Heinrich Richter. Many others were not so fortunate; I didn’t realize how important it was for our mere survival.
By Matthew Stanley 4 years ago in Fiction
Strong Like Bull
My grandmother came from the “old country”, as they call it. Her mother’s mother’s grandmother was a victim of the Great Famine in 1848, dying of hunger herself so her nine children could eat. Many Irish fled the blight, but none of her family could afford the escape to America. Her great grandmother saw the global violence of World War I and the bloodshed right at home with the Easter Rising of 1916; the combined death and destruction was horrifying. Her grandmother witnessed the Treaty that established the Irish Republic, and fell in love with a dashing young Limerick lad named Sean who joined the IRA. My grandmother’s mother died as the Troubles began, and my grandmother finally managed to save up enough to move to Philadelphia just as Dublin and Monaghan were bombed by the Northern Irish loyalists.
By M.G.4 years ago in Fiction