Historical Fiction

From Dream to Empire
The City’s Pulse Alex Carter gazed out from his tiny apartment window, his eyes tracing the illuminated skyline of the bustling city below. The city's vibrant pulse, with its sea of lights and the distant hum of activity, seemed both exhilarating and overwhelming. His apartment was modest—crammed with a small desk, an old, worn-out couch, and walls adorned with his sketches and design inspirations. The cluttered yet creative space spoke volumes about his passion for design and his desire for something more.
By Someoneabout a year ago in Chapters
The Unfathomable Dance of Existence
How unfathomable is the beauty of existence! Every roadblock, every rejection, every end and every not so plausible moment is the beginning of something new, some beautiful reality that can turn every bitter ounce of mortality into an insightful lesson learned,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Chapters
Ruhdaari- The light of the soul
The Light of Hope To be the muse or to be the one who beholds the musings, To laugh in adversities or to be the one who stands tall beyond the mockings.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Chapters
Kia Ford Attending The English Premiere Festivities
Taking five on the patio, the honorable loyal peacock discovered bushes rumbling. Rising from the lounge chair noticing an intriguing figure emerge, holding an ale cup. “What are you?” The promotional character questioned.
By Marc OBrienabout a year ago in Chapters
100 Years Life in Solitude and Happyness
Against destiny: A Quest for Life When he regained consciousness, Then he felt a strong wave of pain in his head, and he shouted in pain. He now found himself lying in another, larger ship. And he was completely safe on that ship.
By Karan w. about a year ago in Chapters
Mysterious story of wolf and a girl
In the shadow of an ancient forest, there was a village surrounded by tales of a mysterious wolf. The villagers spoke of its eyes, which glowed like twin moons in the dark, and of its ability to disappear into the mist. No one had ever seen the wolf up close and lived to tell the tale, but it was said that its gaze could reveal secrets hidden deep within one's soul.
By Nijanthan Ramanujamabout a year ago in Chapters
Portals & Paths: The Nine Gems
Chapter 4: LAK The temple’s double doors, large enough for a parade of howdah-adorned gharjja elephants to enter, opened like broken jaws and groaned upon exhale. The teakwood, plated in etched gold, depicted the sun god, Phra Athit, ascending heavenward on the backs of turtles amid a fanfare of fairies and sprites. A pair of fang-bared, monkey head-shaped silver pulls growled guard as bodies swathed in silks and sweat spilled out in a rainbow waterfall. Wat Phra Athit sat center on the palace grounds like an old, reposed god after a deep lament, gilded robes still glowing under the sun but draping only withered, shadowy arms whose reach had long receded into myth. Phra Ayuttia had constructed the temple before the monkeys had retreated to the northern forests, with seven spires as symbols of hope for the seven new nations rising from the foam of the Blue Samudra. As Ram exited the temple dedicated to the Siandali god of the sun, the Kandali ten-petaled Manipura blazoned above the doors quietly wept shame and sadness, misting the congregation in a yawning hunger. Only Ram, and Seeda, felt the pain.
By Jeffrey Scottabout a year ago in Chapters
The Sky Lies Open Preview
An excerpt of a historical fiction novel in the making, inspired by the movie Aeronauts. Based in England-- for the city and the moors. Hope you enjoy!
By Ava D. about a year ago in Chapters
The Inclusive Farm
On a sunny farm, where flowers swayed in the breeze and animals played together, Luna the llama, Maisy the mouse, and Bruno the bunny were the best of friends. They loved to explore the rolling hills, play hide-and-seek in the tall grass, and have all sorts of exciting adventures. One day, as they were playing near the big oak tree, they heard a rustling in the bushes. "What's that?" asked Maisy, her bright green eyes twinkling with curiosity.
By Mayaabout a year ago in Chapters
The duality of an eternal ruthless being- Klaus
Dear Klaus “Horses are the opposite of humans. They are loyal, trustworthy, and loving. My father hunted me for a thousand years. The closest he could get to me was killing my favourite horse.”
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Chapters
Kia Ford Attending The English Premiere Festivities
Getting Aston’s early wakeup call, right off the bat, inspired debatable tourist Kia Ford, encouraging the star spangle with a banner theatrical personality, ‘prepare for visit’ see the Crystal Palace monarchy side.
By Marc OBrienabout a year ago in Chapters
Kia Ford Attending The English Premiere Festivities
Everything starts with a first chapter, this opening introduction can turn an English Premiere drama into an entertaining affair, featuring a twenty first century American brand resident, buying into the London kicking things around ‘weekly, maybe twice escapade trying to make goals scene’. Kia Ford built tough self-promotional efforts, defined as a modern day moving and shaking machine landed her eagle eye attitude observing the greats in Britain. Wanting something she decided to extend her Visa credit limit and make the United Kingdom home. Accompanied with her peacock side kick season streaming plans, championship level honors were the hope during this new era at the single person flat.
By Marc OBrienabout a year ago in Chapters