Fiction
My Dear Léonce
My dearest Léonce, Upon this Valentine’s Day, I remember fondly the summer day we met one another, the beginning of a love stronger than any I had known. It was just over a year since my mother had collapsed upon hearing the news that Father had died in the war. My sisters Margaret and Janet had been doing their utmost to keep the Blanton plantation running; with Josiah Greene’s neighborly help, we’d have gone into ruin.
By Barb Dukeman11 months ago in History
The Scandal at Briarwood
Darling Flossie, How I yearn to see you again! These long weeks apart leave me wild to be once more beside the river Avon, where first we kissed. The memory of your bright eyes, golden curls bouncing like a halo, cheeks blushing as I moved closer… How can I sleep in this narrow bed alone? Feather pillows are nothing compared with your soft thighs. Cambridge is beautiful and the fellows decent enough, but how can I turn my mind to Latin and Liturgy when the swell of your breast fills my head with fancies?
By Angel Whelan11 months ago in History
Pen Pals
Dear Mr. Dave, I am writeing to you because my teacher told us to write to a soldier & you are the soldier she told me to write to. I am sorry that you are away from your family right now and hopefuly you do not die and can see them again. Miss Blatchley told us that war is bad but I don’t know anything about war. Can you tell me more about it? All the grownups won’t talk about it, not really. My teacher said you are in a place called Afgan’s Tan. My mom said that grandma made a afgan for us but its just a blanket so I’m not sure why she was making it or why we are at war over it. Maybe because the sand is tan where you are?
By Alison McBain11 months ago in History
Nothing but Love
My Dearest Angel, The candlelight flickers upon this parchment as I write to you, and I pray that these words find you in good health and high spirits. My heart aches with the weight of distance that separates us, and yet, it beats only for you, with a fervor that time and space cannot diminish. How cruel it is that I must content myself with ink and paper when my soul longs for nothing more than to gaze upon your face and to feel the warmth of your touch.
By Michael Ayensu Asante11 months ago in History
A Salem Love Letter
You will not read this letter in this lifetime. Those who do, will burn it. I write it nonetheless, for what my soul speaks to me is truth and perhaps setting the truth free from my soul, to let it bleed into the ink that stain these pages, will allow it to slowly heal this place full of lies.
By Marlena Guzowski11 months ago in History
The Final Moments of Genghis Khan. AI-Generated.
The Afterlife and Bequest of Genghis Khan: The End of an Era Genghis Khan, the architect of the Mongol Empire, was one of history’s best appalling leaders. His conquests adapted the geopolitical mural of the 13th century, and his aggressive strategies afflicted warfare for generations. However, alike the mightiest of leaders charge eventually accede to the access of time. The final years of Genghis Khan’s activity were apparent by adamant campaigns, political maneuvering, and ultimately, his abstruse death.
By Say the truth 11 months ago in History
A Love Torn by War
From Jonathan. My Beloved Eleanor, The candlelight flickers as I set quill to parchment, and though the hour is late, my heart will not permit sleep until I have written to you. The war rages on, each battle stretching further the distance between us, yet your memory remains my constant solace. In the midst of the chaos and uncertainty, it is your image that keeps me grounded. Your voice, gentle yet firm, whispers in my ear when I feel myself falter. It is your love, your unwavering belief in me, that propels me forward when the weight of my burdens seems unbearable.
By Patient Joel NISHIMWE11 months ago in History
The Mysterious Incident of Anjikuni Lake.
The Mysterious Incident of Anjikuni Lake. The history of humanity is filled with mysterious events that defy explanation but some enigmas become even more baffling with time. One such inexplicable mystery is the disappearance of an entire village near Anjikuni Lake in Canada in 1930. The most astonishing aspect of this story is that an entire settlement vanished without a trace and to this day no satisfactory explanation has been found. This event remains one of the most perplexing and unbelievable cases in history with numerous theories proposed yet none conclusively proven. Anjikuni Lake is located in the Nunavut region of Canada known for its cold climate icy landscapes and vast lakes. The area was home to the Inuit people who relied on hunting and fishing for their livelihood. In the winter of 1930ban experienced trapper named Joe Labelle who frequently visited the region for hunting arrived at a familiar Inuit village. However what he encountered this time was beyond belief. The entire village was deserted there were no signs of life no voices and no human presence anywhere.
By Adnan Rasheed11 months ago in History
