Historical

The Yellow Hibiscus Chapter 15
Wednesday, April 22, 2015, 12: 29 PM Sitting in the back of the bus, wrapped up in shock, ‘How did his hand catch fire? Why did it?’
By Annelise Lords 4 years ago in Fiction
The Greatest Among Us
June 5, 1944 The Skies above Normandy The Night Before D-Day Charlie’s hand trembled as he tried to control his fear. He felt his pockets for his ration of cigarettes. With a shaking hand, he pulled one out and put it to his lips, and with the other hand, lit it. He took a deep inhale, trying to calm himself, and breathed out a cloud of smoke. As he trembled and sweat the doubts set in. Charlie allowed his mind to take him home. He thought of his friends, many of whom were fighting on one of the many theaters of war around the world. He thought of the local park in his hometown where he would read under his favorite tree. Then, he thought of his twin sister, Maggie, and his parents. He had family pictures in his helmet. Charlie pulled out his most recent letter from his sister. He hadn’t yet opened it, holding on to it. He didn’t know when he’d be able to get mail from her again, so he kept this one for the moment he’d need it most. He looked at the letter and smiled, then secured it back into his coat pocket. For a moment he felt peace.
By Zach McCauley4 years ago in Fiction
Kissing Her And Making Up
“There was always a time when we argued about the dumbest things,” Mr. Bushwhacker sat at a rolltop quill in hand and wrote a letter before being distracted when youthful innocence enjoying a recreation activity got too aggressive. They were classmates inside the one room that was called a schoolhouse located a walk down the dusty path and a misunderstanding stirred a brewing pot.
By Marc OBrien4 years ago in Fiction
Xixia: an ancient city submerged in the sand sea of the Western regions
1. The secret treasure of Blackwater City There is a legend in Inner Mongolia folk has been: hundreds of years ago, in a military town of xixia kingdom silver moon had stationed on a "general O'hara," his name is ha, bateer (Mongolian language, meaning the black hero), since the day bateer warrior, is deep the emperor, the emperor and his young daughter betrothed to general black do ha, Mrs (meaning).
By nathen kapor4 years ago in Fiction
The Program
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. “ The students in the lecture hall snicker quietly to themselves, as Dr. Caliste continues past her joke- a subtle jab at the recent controversy surrounding Dr. Mcgillis, who tried to argue otherwise.
By D4 years ago in Fiction
Hand of Penance
Damian woke to a ticking sound coming from his pocket and a splitting headache. Investigating the noise with his hand he felt cold metal in his pocket and retrieved a fob watch he didn’t recall owning. Looking around him he saw the interior of a train, the fancy kind of train car he could never hope to afford to ride in. The kind he’d sooner hijack, regardless. Everyone but him seemed to be sleeping peacefully, with punched tickets resting at their sides.
By J. Phillip Parker4 years ago in Fiction
What Really Happened
I'm in the furnace room on board the Titanic "the unsinkable". One thing is for sure, this ship is going down. In fact, that's what I'm doing here -- I'm going to sink it.
By E. C. Gabriel4 years ago in Fiction
JOURNEY
It's the journey, not the destination. Time keeps on marching, marching into the future! ******** Dancing to I'll Be Seeing You and knowing that each second, minute, and hour will pass all too quickly, you move and sway to the music as if it will go on and on forever. "If only," you sigh.
By Babs Iverson4 years ago in Fiction
The Fields Beyond Green Mountain
The sounds of a train moving along its tracks were unmistakable; the chugging of the engine, the rhythmic clunk of the wheels meeting each new length of track, the occasional metallic squeak. In them, Sage had always found comfort. She allowed her eyes to linger beneath their covers, taking in all she could, fully aware that once they were opened, the peace of the moment would be lost.
By Sean Morrison4 years ago in Fiction
Ghost Train
Priscilla's head jostled softly side to side with the vibrations of the train, her head rested against a window that had a cream colored curtain drawn closed. Slowly Priscilla opened her eyes and rubbed away the sleep. Where am I? She wondered. Gaining her focus Priscilla realized she was on a train. How did I end up here? Priscilla thought to herself. The more Priscilla tried to retrace her steps she realized the more she couldn't remember. In what town did she currently reside? Did she live alone or with others? Had she ever become a school teacher? Priscilla couldn't remember. She knew where she had grown up, she remembered the city she moved to when she was 20. But after that, nothing, two whole years of her life... gone. Priscilla started to feel panicked with all sorts of disillusions starting to flood her mind and decided she had better look for help. As she looked around the train carriage for the first time Priscilla was startled to notice that she was the only one there.
By S.J. Parker4 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Age
A piercing shriek of laughter filled the air and startled Eveline awake. She gave the ceiling a bleary eyed stare, expecting to see her pendant drop chandelier looking back at her but instead she saw rows of small, electric lights covered by frosted glass. They illuminated a trail of wooden framed windows covered with navy blue drapes and a luxurious quilted ceiling. She felt groggy and the surrounding sounds disturbed her. The ongoing chatter and clinking of glasses eventually wore down her peaceful sleep state and jolted her into reality.
By Auri T4 years ago in Fiction
Bison Ridge
You wake up at the crack of dawn. Fragrant scents of nature flow into your nostrils on a fair breeze. You return the now moistened and hot gust back into the air.
By Tewahway4 years ago in Fiction