Fiction
'Til Victory or Death
October 10, 1781 - Yorktown, Virginia To my heart's dearest comfort, Susie. I last wrote to you in a panic but ready for battle. We began the siege under the command of Generals Washington and Rochambeau. I am now writing to you my dearest just one day after the bombardment of Yorktown started. Much has transpired since I last wrote you.
By Chad Umberger11 months ago in History
The Tallest Man History
The tallest man in recorded history was Robert Wadlow, who reached the astounding height of 8 feet 11 inches, a record that has yet to be beaten. Born Robert Pershing Wadlow on Feb. 22, 1918, in Alton, Ill. He was not only the tallest person in the world, but in many ways he seemed larger than life itself , as he grappled with a condition that turned him into a medical wonder.
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in History
My Heart Among the Ruins
June 14, 1863 Camp Near the Rappahannock My Dearest Eleanor, I write to you by the dim, flickering glow of a candle nearly spent, its feeble light casting long shadows against the canvas walls of my tent. Outside, the night is restless. The wind stirs the trees with uneasy whispers, and in the distance, I hear the low growl of cannon fire rolling across the hills like distant thunder. The air is thick with the mingling scents of damp earth, gunpowder, and smoke, and yet, I swear I catch the faintest trace of honeysuckle—perhaps a cruel trick of the mind, for it only calls me back to you.
By The damn Austrian Dude11 months ago in History
Love letters through time
November 12, 1943 My Dearest Eleanor, I have sat down to sit and write this letter a hundred times and, each time, I came up short, my heart overflowing with words I could not quite find. But tonight, here I sit with the soft buzzing of crickets that blow through my window and with the moon pouring its soft light upon my desk, I am compelled to write to you here and speak every word my heart has carried with me since meeting you.
By Parveen Baloch 11 months ago in History
Love's Demands
10 May, 1945 Dear Diary, The war has ended. I have been faithful to you throughout, more faithful than Edward has been to me. You and I have kept his secrets tucked away in these pages. Perhaps, I should have burned it. Why did he even send it? Was it out of love or out of guilt. Did he mean to hurt me or set me free? Did he even survive the war? Is he imprisoned in a monastery or jail? Is he happy? It is not possible, he carries such a burden. Did he discover his truth in India, or did he always know? Was I nothing more than window dressing? Did he hide behind my skirts? I have not read this letter in since it first arrived. Back then, I could not stop reading it. Now, I can see the stains from my tears that fell upon the page. I see the crinkled lines that were left when I tried to crumple it up and throw it away and then, painstakingly tried to smooth it back out, feel those his fingers through the ink. I carefully tucked it into these pages, and did not look at it again. Now, two days after VE Day, as people celebrate in the streets and the blackout curtains come down from the windows, I will read it again with fresh eyes.
By Mindy Reed11 months ago in History
To A Dear Friend From School. Runner-Up in Love Letters Through Time Challenge.
Dearest Lucy, I’m certainly pleased to hear that Sir Edmund and Lady Jane have been treating you well. I do hope your favorable assessment of your pupil's temperament withstands the holidays. Mr. M. assures me that his niece Rosie, who appears constantly cheerful and good-natured, behaves like an absolute beast when her brothers and sisters are home from school. What monkey tricks will your “angelic Maria” enact when the elder Misses Esterfold are in residence? As I have no younger brothers or sisters of my own, I cannot guess.
By Deanna Cassidy11 months ago in History
A Forbidden Devotion
The First of Solis, Year 842 of the High Reign - The Summer Palace T., It is a cruel thing, this longing I have for you. I should not feel it, and yet it consumes me, growing wilder with each day. When you arrived from battle, torn and bloodied, I could scarcely breathe for fear of what I might betray in my expression. My fingers twitched at my sides, desperate to reach for you, to touch the bruises blooming beneath your torn uniform, to soothe the wounds that were not mine to tend.
By Xine Segalas11 months ago in History
Alexander Graham Bell’s Greatest Invention. AI-Generated.
The Call That Changed the World On a chilly March afternoon in 1876, in a modest laboratory filled with wires, batteries, and the scent of burning metal, a moment of history unfolded. Alexander Graham Bell, a Scottish-born inventor with an insatiable curiosity for sound and communication, leaned over a peculiar contraption—a device that would soon change the world forever.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran11 months ago in History
Burn My Words so Yours Can Live
5th May, 1933, Berlin Remember the first time we met? That time on Opernplatz in a crowd? You coming out from the opera, wearing your black suit and your hair done up like that? Me wearing my brown shirt patrolling, my hair like that? I didn't know I was looking for you at the time, but I remember when our eyes met I thought: "Ah, there you are!"
By Dark Constellations11 months ago in History
Archaeologists are finding mysterious ancient objects on Norway's melting glaciers.
Archaeologists are finding mysterious ancient objects on Norway's melting glaciers. The melting glaciers of Norway are exposing a hidden world frozen in time objects from the Stone Age Iron Age and medieval periods that provide rare glimpses into the lives of ancient humans. As climate change accelerates glacial melt archaeologists are racing against time to recover and study these remarkable artifacts before they are lost forever. From primitive wooden tools and well preserved textiles to weapons and human remains each discovery helps researchers unravel the mysteries of the past.
By Adnan Rasheed11 months ago in History
