Historical
The Whisper of the Volcano: When the Earth Remembers its Children
There is a silence that precedes knowledge, a void of meaning that dwells in the most familiar places. For Mateo, a young farmer from Comala, Colima, that silence had the shape of the horizon. Every dawn, as he went out to the furrows of his cornfield, his gaze met, immutable and powerful, the silhouette of the Volcano of Fire. It was not a landscape; it was a mute life companion, a sleeping giant whose breath was the wind that rocked the corn cobs. He had seen it roar, spewing orange fumaroles in the distance; he had seen it covered in an improbable white mantle in December. But the volcano, to Mateo, was a geographical fact, a datum of the territory like the river or the hill. Until the silence broke, and the earth began to speak to him.
By diego michel15 days ago in Fiction
The Fate of the Arrogant King
The Fate of the Arrogant King (Final Part) Writing No. 2361 Thursday, September 29, 2022 By Muhammad Faheem Alam “This… if only I hadn’t let pride control me, and treated my benefactor, Hakim Dawood, with neglect. If only I had repaid his favor with gratitude… if only…”
By Sudais Zakwan15 days ago in Fiction
Third Man and The Gods of Guilt
The twelve jurors, otherwise known as 'The gods of guilt', filed back into the courtroom, solemn and tentative, they took their seats. Any seasoned lawyer who was worth his or her salt, would note by their body language and facial expressions that all was not well.
By Novel Allen16 days ago in Fiction
The Better Man
They called her Mother, Witch, Angel, and once—only once, to her face—sir, Mary Ann Bickerdyke. It was in a burned-out courthouse in Tennessee, windows punched open by cannon fire, when a Union quartermaster mistook Mary Ann Bickerdyke for a man because she stood where men stood and spoke the way orders wished they could speak for themselves. When he realized his error, he laughed. When he finished laughing, she was still standing there, arms folded, eyes steady, waiting for him to answer her question about the missing bandages.
By Dagmar Goeschick16 days ago in Fiction
