Fiction

Lost Ones To Normandy
“Isaac… Isaac!” There’s a voice far away from time that breaches the thin, adhesive veil of my dreams. Almost as if I’ve awoken from such nonsensical, analog horror. Like the flesh clouds that weighed heavy against my head had been scattered by a lightning frenzy of fractured memories. But, that word, that name draws me in almost enchantingly. Rallying. Symbolically. Like I am called to action.
By Ike3 years ago in History
The Explorer
“Do they really wear their hair like that?” John asked with interest. “Oh yes,” I replied. “Almost all of the Chosun men wear their hair this way.”
By Jenifer Nim3 years ago in History
The Spinster Seamstress
Diiiiiiiing! Lois’s alarm clock blared. Blinking in the dark, she felt for the clock on the nightstand and switched it off. The small bedroom was bathed in dim light as she switched on the lamp. She rose, showered, dressed, and fixed a simple breakfast of eggs, toast, and coffee. Her gray tabby cat, Earl, rubbed against her legs as she turned on the gas stove to cook her eggs. He looked up, greeting her with a meow, and she laughed. Good old Earl! He was the only man Lois let into her life!
By Morgan Rhianna Bland3 years ago in History
Seek and Destroy
Purpose is a funny thing. We were all made to join the war effort, but we were not all meant to find ourselves in its cause. Perhaps I am biased to my station, but let me say, there are so many tired mouths I have heard speak of their longing for home and the end of war. While I can’t argue with their logic, I can resent their burning desire for someone else to end it for them. Their faces are long and weary and pained by the inevitability of untimely death or unremembered service. To them, all they were – all their worth – was but a number and their initials on a page without even the decency of writing their full name upon this ledger of Britain's sacrifice. Still, I often found myself wondering why I wanted to wake up and penetrate skies riddled with so many offenders of peace and prosperity. It may have been my hate for the detestable, despicable Nazi regime or my unwavering sense of national pride for our great motherland of Britain; no, I always came to the same conclusion: it was the skies, my terrible love for the freedom above that only the clouds could bestow.
By Keb Rogers3 years ago in History
A Life I Might Have Lead
Something crashed to the floor, the sound reverberating through the echoing halls of the monastery. A strong wind had kicked up in the early hours of the evening and carried driving rain with it from the sea; brother Maynard claimed the storm would rage all night, saying that he felt it in his aching joints.
By Alexander McEvoy3 years ago in History
The Top 10 Sporting Events That Bring the World Together
Games have long held a unique spot in our shared perspective, rising above boundaries, societies, and dialects to join individuals from varying backgrounds. They act as stages where competitors feature their expertise, enthusiasm, and assurance, motivating millions all over the planet. In this far reaching article, we will leave on an excursion through the main 10 games that have become inseparable from worldwide solidarity, cultivating a feeling of brotherhood and shared energy. From the Olympic Games to the FIFA World Cup, these occasions have caught the hearts of fans overall and set their situations as the apex of athletic greatness.
By Arun Karunakaran3 years ago in History
Of the Night. Runner-up in Unreliable Challenge.
I brought him to my bed... Dastardly, I know. There's a school of thought that suggests keeping your business and your pleasure separate. But mine are two star-crossed lovers simply dying to tangle together.
By Jenna Sedi3 years ago in History
Mysteries, Math, and Metaphysics
Do you know what 'Ekstasis' means? Neither did I until I met Philolaus, disciple and successor of Pythagoras. I am called Simmias of Thebes, but my name is not Simmias and I am not from Thebes; I am from Metapontum, the small paradise on the Ionian Sea, just a short distance from Taranto and Brindisi to the east at the end of the Via Appia, and a little farther from Croton to the south near the end of the Via Latina, part way to the island kingdom of Sicily.
By Paul A. Merkley3 years ago in History
Fabulist
A/N: This was written for the 'Past Life' challenge on Vocal, enjoy! Ancient Greece - I mean those Athenian scholars rather than their Spartan neighbors. That is where I think I could be born. From a practical perspective, it is likely that around 600 BCE is the earliest you could get away with while still living a bearable life, depending on your sex, of course. Some understanding of medicine, advanced education, and clean architecture could give those privileged a very enjoyable life indeed.
By ThatWriterWoman3 years ago in History
The Apprentice Scribe
Sais, Egypt, 525 BCE, Pharaoh's Palace Court I warned him in my apprentice quarters, but he wouldn't listen. Fabian, my Mieu, was stricken by lust disguised as love from Abigail, his muse. She was of the Pharaoh's royal house, Fabian of the Temple Scribes. Abigail knew what she was doing when she sashayed by Fabian swaying her cute butt and jangling the gold jewelry hanging from her lithe neck. Her yellow cat eyes would cut to and fro observing what admirer she had snared in her trap.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in History
Mystical Energy collides with Wisdom.
In the bustling medieval city of Tallin, nestled within the kingdom of Estonia, a young maiden named Victoria was destined for a role that would shape the course of history. Born into the noble Almshouse, Lady Victoria was groomed early to embrace her fate as the future Queen.
By Sharon Bethea3 years ago in History
Constellations
In the vast expanse of the night sky, a tapestry of stars twinkled with ethereal beauty. Amongst them, constellations painted tales of heroes, creatures, and timeless myths. Each constellation held a story, passed down through generations, whispered by ancient sages. One such tale unfolded in the constellation of Orion.
By Bunny3 years ago in History