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מָשִׁיחַ/Μεσσίας/Χριστός. Honorable Mention in History Would’ve Burned This Page Challenge.
He considers the place across the valley before him with quiet solemnity. “The Garden of Eden, paradise, is never more than a moment away. A simple choice, a willingness to see & enter in.”
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock8 months ago in History
Mr. Crowley
A good conman can fool an audience. A great conman can fool a nation. A master of the art can fool even himself. As he sat alone, staring into the fireplace embers at Netherwood boarding house, Edward Alexander Crowley was haunted by a disturbing thought. He no longer knew which category he belonged to.
By Daniel Bradbury8 months ago in History
Canek and Kandiaronk
It is said that the American is the perfect mean between the European and the Indian. Moreau de St. Méry . Amerindian voices were starting to raise in 2XXX and it came to their ears two names from far away but aligned in vision: from the Huron tribe in the north, the Wendat, Kandiaronk (1625-1701), from the Maya in the south, Canek (1731-1731). Both of them regarded as heroes by their peoples. What would it be like to bring them back together from the dead? Fortunately AI now could make it possible, so by means of rescuing both their consciousness (their thoughts, their words plus all the history of humanity that went after their death), they were able to make them talk with one another, having as the only topic in mind their cultural shock when facing the Westerner people. They did have a Westerner interlocutor, McKone, to query further about their perceptions. In what follows, I reproduce a little fragment of their enlightening and fictitious conversation. To these days, 5025, they remain part of the Earth-Human Heritage (which aims to rescue the very best of our species), so-called our gift to the Universe.
By Laura Rodben8 months ago in History
Keep Following The River
The sun's bright rays expanded over the rushing river, a testament to the resilience of Mary Draper Ingles. The river's mighty force in this settled wilderness. Mary, a beacon of strength, rested on the bank, always keeping an eye on everything. The luxury of civilization was far gone, with so many awful memories. Everything was an enemy out in this expanse, including the crazy Dutchwoman. Mary felt a little more rested but as can be trying to traverse these woods. It was only a dream to get away from the Shawnee. They were just living peacefully in their village in Draper Meadow, Virginia. The many memories of growing up on the frontier with her parents. The new world seemed exciting, as it offered the opportunity to start a whole new chapter in history. Too many nights were the nightmares of the Draper Meadow Massacre. They dragged her and her children along with others to the unforgiving wilderness. Mary focused on her goal to return to her loving husband, William. Her thoughts never did lose the memory of her son, who was taken to another village, and her baby, who would never have survived this escape. The miles turned long as just surviving was the goal.
By Sarah Danaher8 months ago in History
The Mysterious Agent 355
In the fall of 1776, General Washington received grievous news. One of his chief espionage officers, Nathan Hale, had just been captured and executed by the British. Frankly he wasn't too terribly surprised; Hale was a good man, but a horrendous spy. Nor was he the first of Washington's spies to be found out and killed before they could deliver their hard-sought information about the enemy. After receiving news of Hale's execution by hanging without a trial, Washington was most aggrieved and probably more than a little frustrated.
By Natalie Gray8 months ago in History
"Janet Horne" — The Last Witch Executed in Scotland. Runner-Up in History Would’ve Burned This Page Challenge.
Imagine you're Janet Horne, an elderly woman living in Dornoch, a quaint little seaside town in the Sutherland county of Scotland's Highlands. It’s 1727, and you lead a modest life — not unusual for that time or place — with your daughter. Life isn’t easy, but it’s yours. You have the love of your daughter and the duty of caring for her to keep you going, despite the creeping onset of an illness we’d now recognise as senility.
By Paul Stewart8 months ago in History
The Soldier Who Kept Walking
He was sixteen when they came for him. The town hadn’t seen that much activity since the last local football derby — trucks roaring down the roads, men in uniforms yelling orders, mothers gripping their sons like they could hold time back if they just clenched tight enough.
By Angela David8 months ago in History
The Fisherman. Runner-Up in History Would’ve Burned This Page Challenge.
Un, Deux, Trois, Quatre, Cinq… The Fisherman felt the cold water of the channel still clinging to his catch’s smooth scales. It was healthy, meaty—a good day's catch. His little woven carrying basket sat full when the Fisherman carved his path back to his humble home through the sandy beaches of the Norman shore like he did every day when the sea lay calm.
By Matthew J. Fromm8 months ago in History
