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The Spinster Seamstress
Diiiiiiiing! Lois’s alarm clock blared. Blinking in the dark, she felt for the clock on the nightstand and switched it off. The small bedroom was bathed in dim light as she switched on the lamp. She rose, showered, dressed, and fixed a simple breakfast of eggs, toast, and coffee. Her gray tabby cat, Earl, rubbed against her legs as she turned on the gas stove to cook her eggs. He looked up, greeting her with a meow, and she laughed. Good old Earl! He was the only man Lois let into her life!
By Morgan Rhianna Bland3 years ago in History
No Good Word For It
Somewhere in the incarnation record is a timeline of when I was a perfumer. Professionally, I created scents and blended fragrances for scented products. The Latin root of this word, perfumare, means “to smoke through,” referring to even older timelines when I made aromas by burning a substance and letting the smoke perfume the air. I was a parfumeur during the Old French period from about the 9th to the 14 century when the language retained its Latin influence but changed phonologically, adding nasalized sounds here and there. After the Norman conquest of 1066, the term was solidified and we still use it today.
By Nicky Frankly3 years ago in History
MY JOURNEY OF COMPASSION
A Call to Serve. Growing up in the vibrant streets of London, I have always been intrigued by tales from years ago and the struggles that those in need had to face. I had an intense desire to make a meaningful impact and to provide support to those who had not been blessed with the same advantages as myself. I would never have guessed that my life would take me to a monumental experience with the Salvation Army in 1866.
By Beverley Strachan3 years ago in History
Seek and Destroy
Purpose is a funny thing. We were all made to join the war effort, but we were not all meant to find ourselves in its cause. Perhaps I am biased to my station, but let me say, there are so many tired mouths I have heard speak of their longing for home and the end of war. While I can’t argue with their logic, I can resent their burning desire for someone else to end it for them. Their faces are long and weary and pained by the inevitability of untimely death or unremembered service. To them, all they were – all their worth – was but a number and their initials on a page without even the decency of writing their full name upon this ledger of Britain's sacrifice. Still, I often found myself wondering why I wanted to wake up and penetrate skies riddled with so many offenders of peace and prosperity. It may have been my hate for the detestable, despicable Nazi regime or my unwavering sense of national pride for our great motherland of Britain; no, I always came to the same conclusion: it was the skies, my terrible love for the freedom above that only the clouds could bestow.
By Keb Rogers3 years ago in History
Who I Could Have Been
What might my profession be if I had a chance to be born in another era? This should be an easy question for me. I’ve always been a bit of a history nerd, entirely fascinated by the lives of the people who lived before me. Books like Anne of Green Gables, Little Women, Little House on the Prairie, the entire Dear Canada series, and anything by Jane Austen have long been some of my favorites. As a child, I was always dressing up and pretending like I was the protagonist of these books, living out their lives decades or centuries before I was ever born.
By Kelsey Clarey3 years ago in History
Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Technological Collapse
Tasked with imagining what my life would be like had I been born in a different time, most of my fantasies are set thousands of years in the future. Sadly, the current state of the present stretches credulity that my dreams of intergalactic travel will come true for any subsequent generations of a population that currently seems wholeheartedly committed to backsliding into annihilation, despite centuries of seemingly hopeful progress. As terrible as it is to consider, we likely now exist in the most comfortable state humanity will ever know, at the peak of a technological cycle that eases our lives in the moment, but which threatens our way of life in the long run. Those born in the future may find themselves living in caves, eking out a hunter-gatherer existence if we don’t change our ways.
By J. Otis Haas3 years ago in History
When I Was a Conquistador. Runner-Up in Past Life Challenge.
It was a new technique: combining hypnosis with a massive dose of Ketamine. Lana had been researching the controversial practice and was willing to give it a try. She was ready to do anything to overcome her nightmares – bloody, violent escapades involving sword fights. In every dream, Lana fought her opponents fearlessly until a sword impaled her from behind. She had developed a pathological fear of knives. Over the years, she had so many kitchen accidents, it became a family joke to say, “keep the knives away from Lana!”
By Joyce O’Day3 years ago in History
A Life I Might Have Lead
Something crashed to the floor, the sound reverberating through the echoing halls of the monastery. A strong wind had kicked up in the early hours of the evening and carried driving rain with it from the sea; brother Maynard claimed the storm would rage all night, saying that he felt it in his aching joints.
By Alexander McEvoy3 years ago in History
