Fiction
The River Flows Both Ways. Honorable Mention in Love Letters Through Time Challenge.
CONFIDENTIAL FILE FROM: C. TO: Iris Obscura DATE: February 24, 2025 SUBJECT: Swan & Aster Files Iris, I found this while digging where I shouldn’t have. A love story written in fragments — Swan and Aster, separated by a wall and stitched together with codes.
By Iris Obscura11 months ago in History
The Opulent Heart of Russia – The Kremlin’s Priceless Interior. AI-Generated.
The Kremlin: Net Worth, Construction, and Interior Valuables The Kremlin, an iconic symbol of Russia’s political and cultural history, stands as one of the most valuable structures in the world. Beyond its role as the seat of the Russian government, the Kremlin is a treasure trove of historical artifacts, opulent architecture, and priceless art. Understanding the Kremlin’s net worth, its construction history, and the value of its interior features gives us a clearer picture of its significance.
By Say the truth 11 months ago in History
Soft thunder
Dear Jane, Did you ever see the evidence of winter start with soft thunder and the sun blooming through the gray, listless clouds? I find the snow eerie. The ice crystals that settle down inside the once lush landscape of green refresh me yet again, I feel a tormenting sensation of nostalgia for something that never existed.
By Melissa Ingoldsby11 months ago in History
Civil Boundaries
Bertram, I's finelee can reeds and writes juss like u. Presdent Leenkun Lincon free us last yeer and plan ta free the hole nashun in due time. bless him tender hart. no mo hidin outs behind dat cow patch when i's git sic of it all. I's can be sic and tyrrd rite where I's wants ta!
By Lamar Wiggins11 months ago in History
Love Letters in Times of War
Dearest Élise, As the echoes of revolution thunder through the streets of Paris, my thoughts are only of you. By candlelight, I pen these words, longing for the day when I shall no longer need ink and parchment to express my love. Your absence is a wound upon my soul, and every moment away from you is an eternity I can hardly endure.
By A.short stories11 months ago in History
A Chief’s Apology – A Love That Defied Tradition
Love is often romanticized as a grand, sweeping force—one that conquers all and triumphs effortlessly. But in reality, love can be complicated, entangled with duty, expectation, and, sometimes, deception. My grandmother knew this well.
By Eunice Kamau11 months ago in History
Judy and Lucille
New York, August 1953 Dear Lucille I know it’s been a while since my last letter, but I just had to let you know how much I love “I Love Lucy”. I tune in every week to see you so that I can laugh at a wonderful witty woman, taking her place, centre screen. Please see this as a fan letter and treat it as you would any other letter from a deranged, well-meaning fan. Read it. Enjoy the compliments. Then burn after reading.
By Rachel Robbins11 months ago in History
The Moonlight Between Us
Introduction : Love is timeless. It stretches across distances, defies war, and lingers in the whispers of the wind long after lovers are separated. Some love stories are told in grand gestures, while others are preserved in ink—words written with longing, sealed with hope, and sent across the unknown.
By Silent sonnets11 months ago in History
Can India beat China in future?
China and India are the largest population countries in the world and the economy of both is growing rapidly. But China has taken a lot of lead from India in many regions. In this article, we will compare China and India on the basis of infrastructure, education, technical sector, global trade and military power and will try to understand whether India can defeat China in the future.
By Neeraj Tiwari11 months ago in History
All My Love, Buford McClaine. Runner-Up in Love Letters Through Time Challenge.
July 4th, 1861 To my Darling Rebecca, Not a day goes by that I do not think of you. Right now, I wish with all my heart that I could be there today at your uncle's plantation. My mouth waters at the thought of all I will be missing at that barbecue. I can smell the pit now, with those hogs all dressed and sizzling away on it, just about ready to eat. Were I not a gentleman, I might insist that you try to save some for me, and send it up here in a basket. The mail around here is awful slow lately, however, and some of the boys running it get powerful hungry. If you ask them, though, they will blame the half-open care packages they give us on mice. Such was the fate of that sponge cake you tried to send me on my birthday, which I am told was delicious.
By Natalie Gray11 months ago in History
