Fiction

"Forbidden Love Triangle."
[Begins.] It was a cold, dark and dank morning. My platoon had finally arrived at our designated duty station. As I caught myself trying not to yawn while removing the crusty cold from my left eye. I just realized that it was a tidbit smidgen past 5 something o'clock. Boy, I almost had forgotten the letter tucked away -- crumpled more like it, in my left coat pocket. How could I have even forgotten I had put it there. Certainly, I did not have time to properly place it in my US Army issued backpack.
By Shane J Charbonnet, Ph.D.11 months ago in History
Virginia E
My dearest Ginny - It was many and many a year ago, in our cottage by the sea, when you died in close embrace, your still warm face held tightly to me.
By John Cox11 months ago in History
The Enigmatic Mysteries of Shambhala – The Hidden Kingdom of the Himalayas
The Mysteries of Shambhala: The Allegorical Hidden Kingdom For centuries, explorers, mystics, and historians accept approved the allegorical commonwealth of Shambhala—a abstract branch believed to abide in the alien regions of the Himalayas. Revered in Tibetan Buddhism and Hinduism, Shambhala is generally declared as a paradise area peace, wisdom, and broad-mindedness prevail. Admitting its absolute area charcoal elusive, Shambhala continues to allure imaginations above the world. This commodity delves into the history, myths, and mysteries surrounding this ambiguous land.
By Say the truth 11 months ago in History
To Cynthia, With Love. Honorable Mention in Love Letters Through Time Challenge.
28 November 1963 PFC Robert E. Reese Military Assistance Command APO AP 82460 United States Army 151 Lawrence Avenue
By Barb Dukeman11 months ago in History
Bound by Ink and Fate
Part 1 (June 3rd 1847, Defiance) My dearest Xavier, Ive never known love to be this forbidden, yet so real. By this dim candlelight, my hands shaking, in my barn at midnight, I write to you, pouring out words I cant say aloud. This paper is both my joy and curse because every word I put down is a rebellion against the life I was forced into and a surrender to you.
By Peace Oputa11 months ago in History
The love letters
The letter Letter 1: Emily to James, February 10, 1850 My dearest James, As I sit down to write to you, my heart is filled with emotion and my hand trembles with anticipation. I am not sure where to begin, for I fear that my words will not do justice to the feelings that I hold for you.
By Taiwo Esther11 months ago in History
Archaeologists Discovered 22000 Year Old Tracks That May Be From the World’s First Vehicle.
Archaeologists Discovered 22000 Year Old Tracks That May Be From the World’s First Vehicle. The discovery of 22000 year old tracks at White Sands National Park in New Mexico has shed new light on early human innovation and transportation methods. These tracks as revealed in a recent study published in Quaternary Science Advances suggest that ancient humans used a rudimentary vehicle known as a travois to transport goods or belongings. This finding challenges conventional perspectives on early transportation pushing back the timeline of non wheel based vehicles much further than previously thought. At the heart of this discovery are the linear impressions found alongside human footprints. Unlike ordinary tracks left by people walking these marks suggest the dragging of wooden poles indicating the use of a travois. This is a simple yet effective means of carrying heavy loads by lashing two poles together often in the shape of a triangle and pulling them along the ground. Such a transport method was widely used by Indigenous peoples in North America well into recent history particularly among the Plains tribes who adapted it for use with horses. However, this new discovery suggests that its use dates back much further to a time when humans were still navigating the challenges of Ice Age survival.
By Adnan Rasheed11 months ago in History
Lost Love
To Eli, (whom I never had the chance to call my beloved), I don't know where to begin, or if I should even be writing this at all. Yet, something deep inside compels me to put these words on paper. I don't know if this letter will ever reach you. You haven't written to your family in over a month—I asked your mother. With mixed emotions, overwhelmed by motherly love, she told me you must not have had the chance to write back. She holds onto hope for your return, and so do I.
By DR3AM3R11 months ago in History
Jungle Treks and Faith . Runner-Up in Love Letters Through Time Challenge.
Pasto, Colombia April 15th, 1998 My love, Last week, I could finally see your face. I knew you were alive; I could feel it. I could feel you. I went to the military base with your mother and the families of the other soldiers, where they showed us the video.
By María Camila Martínez Velasco11 months ago in History
Love Letter from 18th Century
January 14, 1812 My Dearest Love, As I sit beneath the dim glow of the solitary candle, ink staining my fingers as though it were the very blood from my heart, I find myself torn between longing and despair. How cruel it is that distance and duty should conspire to keep me from you! Each passing moment is an eternity stretched thin by the ache of your absence, and my soul withers beneath the weight of it.
By Shola11 months ago in History
The Kremlin Under Ivan III – A Fortress Reimagined
The Kremlin: The Affection of Russian Ability and History (Continued) The Kremlin has continued stood as the epicenter of Russian political, cultural, and actual significance. From its aboriginal board structures to the admirable breastwork it has become today, anniversary era has larboard an constant mark on its architecture, purpose, and symbolism.
By Say the truth 11 months ago in History
September 23, 1914
September 23,1914 To My Dearest Katherine, My heart is heavy with sorrow. The days are long and cold without you by my side. The nights, shall I speak of them with such joy? No, I cannot, for they are even colder and longer. The darkness of them envelops my being with such miseries that I cannot bear to speak of. When morning comes, I rejoice only briefly for once I see you are not sleeping by my side, the sadness fills me with such agonies, I fear I might start weeping.
By Shannon Feltner11 months ago in History