Fiction
Proxima
June 17, 2125 To Darlene, my beloved and cherished wife, It is with the greatest sadness that I must depart from you for such a long time. Believe me when I say that my leaving was not an easy choice to make. However, looking at our life now compared to the promises made of Proxima Centauri b, you can’t help but agree that it was for the better. I have set off to make a better life for you, our children and myself. But even with the speeds that we can now make, the trip will take 5 years.
By David E. Perry11 months ago in History
Do You Like-Like Me?
January 21, 1996 Dear Brittney, This isn’t something that I ever thought I would be doing. Writing a letter to you. Then leave it inside of your locker. As I feel that your family would listen on the phone if I called you. Or at least your younger brother might do so. Cuz he’s a little twerp like that. And that’s the last thing we need right now. After they almost caught us kissing in your bedroom. Good thing you didn’t wear that glittery pink lip gloss huh?
By Raphael Fontenelle11 months ago in History
Just Come Home
March 8th, 1941 Dear Thomas, I was ever so pleased to hear that you passed boot camp. Though the war seems so dangerous. Please just stay safe. We had only been married for a year now when Pearl Harbor happened. I know you want to do your duty, and I will always be very proud of you. I felt like such a goof when we fought right before boot camp. I do forgive you and love you. The whole hometown is rooting for you to help bring down such evil men. I forgot to mention to you that I was pregnant. I was so scared to lose you, and I want you to know that I do not think you are a chicken. Our prayers are with you as you fight across Europe. You will always be my love. I eagerly await the day when we can be together again, safe and sound, surrounded by our love and support.
By Sarah Danaher11 months ago in History
A Love Beyond Boundaries. AI-Generated.
Letter One: From Nalotuesha to Lemayian Oloibor Soito, my Lemayian, The winds carry my thoughts to you, though you are far beyond the acacia trees, riding with the Moran, proving your strength before the elders. Each dawn, I wake with the sun upon my skin, and I wonder if it also kisses your face in some distant valley. The cattle have grown restless in your absence, as though they, too, know something is missing.
By Ogola Peter11 months ago in History
A collection of love letters from Ayn Rand to Nathaniel Branden
May 13th, 1953 Wonderful Nathaniel, I'm writing with the very best news! My husband, Frank has conceded to the unassailable might of my elevated, rational mind! He has admitted utter congruence with my proposal and has told me directly in no uncertain terms that he willingly condones a sexual relationship between you and I. At first I thought Frank hadn't the mental gifts to follow my line of reason... but it is a testament to my own formidable intellect that even a simple man like Frank could eventually understand my infallible logic. It helps that at his core Frank truly believes in objectivism. Even with his lesser brain, he understands that man's truest, most heroic purpose is to pursue his own happiness! After meeting on the basics, I simply explained that a sexual relationship with you would allow me to more entirely pursue the moral absolute of my own happiness. At first he did not understand. But I explained: as much as I value him for his honesty and his spirited commitment to the moral perfection of objectivism, I have yet to experience the fully impassioned joy of a sexual relationship with someone who truly embodies the virtue of reason! When I told Frank that I have never been physically intimate with one as intellectually gifted as you he nodded. He seemed a little hurt, but there was no way he could argue against my appeal to the facts. I explained it wasn't about him, so his feelings didn't really matter. I explained that this venture was not intended to harm him and that standing in the way of my pursuit of individualist happiness with you would be a moral failing on his part. Frank knows his gifts run out where yours begin. He is honest enough to admit that compared to you he is an intellectual midget, and after making that concession the irrefutable path of reason carries us to this absolute: it would be a wonderfully freeing and a wonderfully objectivist act for you and I to entertain an honest, unabashed sexual relationship. What a brave man my husband! He may not be the cleverest among us, but what he lacks in mental faculties he makes up for in emotional sturdiness. Imagine how formidable he'd be if he were as brilliant as you and I! Well, I know you'll be as pleased by the good news as I am. We may soon commence our sexual union, with the fully willing foreknowledge of my husband! All that remains is to bring your wife onboard. I hope that you have had as much luck with Barbara. Though she is dim like Frank, I will always consider her a friend. I truly hope that she can reach the same conclusion as he did. It might be hard for her, not to feel the impulsiveness of jealousy. But I believe her commitment to objectivism is sincere! If you explain to her your own desire to be physically intimate with someone of my intellectual caliber I believe she will concede as Frank did. Yours in moral truth, -Ayn R
By Sam Spinelli11 months ago in History
The Radiant Love Story of Pierre Curie and Marie Curie. AI-Generated.
In the late 19th century, Paris was a hub of intellectual and artistic activity, attracting some of the most brilliant minds in Europe. It was here that Pierre Curie, a talented French physicist, met and fell in love with Marie Curie, a brilliant Polish mathematician and chemist.
By Henry Lucy11 months ago in History
Blood for the Freedom
This story occurred during the Second Balkan War in the summer of 1913. My great-grandfather participated in the war. The cause of the war was the dispute among the members of the Balkan League over the distribution of the lands taken from the Ottomans during the First Balkan War. Pirin Macedonia or Bulgarian Macedonia is the third-biggest part of the geographical region of Macedonia, today in southwestern Bulgaria. This region coincides with the borders of the Blagoevgrad Province, where my hometown is situated.
By Mariana Busarova11 months ago in History
The Memories of War
September 13, 1917 My Dearest Irene, As I sit under the dim light of a flickering candle, the cold night air wrapping around me like a shroud, my thoughts are consumed by you. The trenches are a world apart from the life we once knew, and the mud, the noise, and the constant threat of danger seem to fade away when I think of your face. It is your love that keeps me grounded amidst this chaos, your memory that warms my heart even in the darkest of moments.
By G.D. DuPaul11 months ago in History
