Fiction

Gladiator's Triumph. Content Warning.
In the vast colosseum, where blood and honor clashed, a gladiator named Maximus stood tall. His chiseled physique and steely gaze concealed a heart burdened by tragedy and a thirst for justice. Maximus, once a celebrated general, had been betrayed by the very empire he had sworn to protect. Now, he fought not for glory, but for vengeance.
By Atikul Hoque Jahan3 years ago in History
The Ever Present Past
If I could have been born in another era, it would have to be in 19th-century France. In particular, I would love to have been living at the time of post-impressionism, as a contemporary of artists such as Van Gough, Degas, Monet, Cezanne, Renoir, and Seurat.
By Liam Ireland3 years ago in History
Nihil Sine Labore
When I was around 19 years of age, I went to a psychic expo and had a reading. The woman in front of me told me that I was a foot solider in an English king’s army in a past life. She never mentioned the era, but her words conjured up images of medieval times, of dull grey armour and flags of crimson. Of long marches in cold wind and deep mud. The psychic went on to tell me I had also been a well-known English female author. I recall ardently hoping she would tell me I had been Charlotte Brontë, for 'Wuthering Heights' has always been a much-loved story of mine.
By Lauren Jane3 years ago in History
Serving Up Tea
January 24th, 1924 - The wooden walls were rough and uneven. The ceiling was low. All sorts of odors lingered in the room from the night before. One young man swept up a pile of debris over in the corner. Gloomy, pale light struggled to enter the dark establishment through several foggy windows.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile3 years ago in History
Time Travel Isn't For Black People
Time travel sounded fun in theory. History had never been kind to someone black and brown like me. There was no way I wanted to be trapped in a past where I was someone's property. Nowadays pets were treated better than slaves were back then and the difference boiled down to colour. Humans have improved, but not by much. Think I'm lying? Ask a black or brown person about code-switching or toning down an accent to appear more corporate. Don't even mention the disrespect a black woman received.
By Jordan Sky Daniels3 years ago in History
From Log Cabin to Emancipation: The Extraordinary Journey of Abraham Lincoln
Abraham Lincoln: A Journey from Birth to Death Abraham Lincoln, the 16th President of the United States, was born on February 12, 1809, in a small log cabin in Hardin County, Kentucky. His parents, Thomas and Nancy Lincoln, were hardworking farmers. From an early age, Lincoln showed a keen intellect and a deep curiosity about the world around him.
By Kuric Adem3 years ago in History
A Ray of Hope Amidst Frustration
Once upon a time in Nigeria, a nation rich in culture, diversity, and potential, the yearning for change resonated deeply among its citizens. It was the year 2023, and the country stood at the threshold of another crucial election. The atmosphere was heavy with frustration and disillusionment, as memories of past elections marred by irregularities, corruption, and inadequate governance lingered in the minds and hearts of the people.
By Victor Agba3 years ago in History
The Soil Reader. Content Warning.
The King stares at me. All them in the palace do, every time. Well, not Geoff. Geoff makes me turn away. I appreciate that about the royal scribe. But these divine rule types, crowned in holy purpose, look right at me. Mind you, I don’t dare make eye contact. Not ever. I don't need to see to know. I can feel their gazes boring into me, full of judgment and distaste. They stare to remind me of me place in this world. Don’t look up, wretch. Don’t look up. But because of me place in this world, what do I know from Kings and queens and dukes and them others? Could be they're just thick-headed, dim-witted, the touched children of sibling lovers. Don't think much about it. I do me job and I do it well, just like Da before me. Da served the Irish Kings and they were a rough lot. Ate a lot of mutton, I suspect. Mutton don’t come out well. Digests fine, but the slurry it produces is putrid.
By Mack Devlin3 years ago in History
Comparing Fame: Michael Jackson vs. Elvis Presley. Content Warning.
Introduction The world of music has witnessed the rise of many iconic figures, but few have left an indelible mark on popular culture like Michael Jackson and Elvis Presley. Both artists achieved unprecedented success in their respective eras, captivating audiences with their unique talents and captivating performances. This essay aims to delve into the question of who is more famous between Michael Jackson and Elvis Presley, examining their cultural impact, career achievements, and enduring legacies.
By Word Weaver 3 years ago in History
Adam and Eva life story
Adam and Eve: A Journey of Love and Redemption Once upon a time, in the Garden of Eden, there lived two extraordinary beings—Adam and Eve. They were the first humans created by the divine hands of God, blessed with a paradise to call their home. Their life story is one of love, temptation, and ultimate redemption.
By Subrat Beero3 years ago in History
My Specifications
The sound of the loom becomes intoxicating. It's clattering rhythm becomes a salve to my mind. I sit at my desk and go over figures. I am a black man with medium brown skin named Skyler Saunders. Tall and straight. I have an angular face with a short, cropped Afro. It is 1881 in Wilmington, Delaware and the rest of the country is still reeling from the ravages of the Civil War. I don a crisp white shirt with cufflinks and a black suit, tailor made to my specifications.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in History
Liberation and Freedom. Content Warning.
A story of liberation and freedom unfolded in the depths of a sun-drenched cotton field, where the sweltering heat wrapped its suffocating tendrils around the weary souls of enslaved men, women, and children. Juneteenth, a day that would forever change their lives, whispered on the wind, carrying with it the promise of a new dawn.
By Atikul Hoque Jahan3 years ago in History