Fiction
Loneliness Comes in Threes
The Willard Washington 4, DC
By M.C. Finch 12 months ago in History
The Redeemer
There was a time when Gabriel Roth was a man lost to the shadows. To most people, he was a memory—one of those stories you hear whispered in dark corners, a cautionary tale that the world seemed eager to forget. A man who had once stood tall, confident, and proud, only to fall into a spiral of selfishness and regret.
By Arean Ahamad12 months ago in History
The Haunted Bhangarh Fort – India’s Most Mysterious Ruins
Ghosts in Indian History: Myths, Legends, and Haunted Realities India, a land of ancient civilizations, grand palaces, and deep spiritual traditions, has long been home to stories of the supernatural. From haunted forts to wandering spirits, ghosts and paranormal entities have played a significant role in Indian folklore and history. Many sites across the country are believed to be haunted, with legends passed down for generations.
By Say the truth 12 months ago in History
The Life and Legacy of Plato
The Life and Legacy of Plato: A Comprehensive Biography Introduction Plato, one of the most influential philosophers in Western thought, was a student of Socrates and the teacher of Aristotle. His contributions to philosophy, political theory, and education remain foundational to this day. Through his extensive writings, primarily in the form of dialogues, Plato explored topics ranging from ethics and metaphysics to politics and epistemology. His legacy continues to shape contemporary discourse in philosophy and beyond.
By Banik Sojib12 months ago in History
Warriors of Loving
My Dearest Audrella, I thank you for the cloves you had enclosed in your last missive. That permitted me great joy in ingesting the aromas of such spices. Now is the time where I must depart from happy feelings. The aggressors have shown themselves to be quite despicable in their deportment. Some of the Continental Army have shown themselves to be rather hostile, too. They don’t salute me as a colonel, the white men. They snicker and chortle every time I come into view. My men, however, salute me and say good morning or any other time of day and “Colonel Redd.” They can take my admonishments. They receive commands and carry out orders with the strictest discipline.
By Skyler Saunders12 months ago in History
Revolutionary Love
My Love, How bittersweet it is to pick up the pen. I rejoice that we have this small thread to keep us together, but it is a very thin thread indeed. I miss you dearly, and wish you were here for the wonderful news. Our son is walking! He, on his unsteady little feet, held my hand and we walked down the lane to watch the regiments pass. Are you not the proudest papa? My heart is full to bursting as I watch him grow. His sisters too are well and are always moving, it is a fight for them to sit still. If they were to run to the farthest snow drifts of the north to the hottest islands of the south and back again, they would still have the breath to beg me for sweets after supper. At the very least they sleep throughout the night again. The steady gunfire over the past months has kept them up. But even restless nights have not slowed the pace of their chatter.
By M. A. Mehan 12 months ago in History








