Historical

Bourgnew's Legendary Beginnings
At the beginning of the Kingdom of Bourgnew, the king was stressed about preserving the precious union of the nation. He admired the Greeks who after years of toil forged a new government where even the poorest could have a say, a democracy. King Gaius thought this to be the noblest task to make his nation. Since they were in the midst of a war, many times due to distress over governmental structures failing the people and rebels wanting to overtake the kingdom. He earnestly asked his advisors to come up with a democratic government. And they overseer and architect the government both day and night looking at past governments. And after many days and nights, nearly several months of the kingdom being on the edge. The overseers of the Bourgnewian Constitution found a government but it takes away the divine right of the Bourgnewian Monarch, king or queen, and may risk them losing all authority and abdicating if perjury or abuse of power because his advisors suggested the Democratic Republic.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous4 years ago in Fiction
Once a Slave, Always a Slave
Once a Slave, Always a Slave By Alex Zhang My elderly torn hands planted a seed into the sterile field as the once brilliant sky darkened. The tobacco fields were jet black, sweet jasmine aromas lingered in the air, and my feet were bare, walking into the chilled soil. Crickets chirped as if it were the last time they were going to chirp, as if they were going to die; die in misery. I wondered if I were ever to see light. Looking up visualizes a barren field, frozen with snow, with miles of field standing there, in front of me, that didn’t move. As a small little rodent hurried its way across the dead vegetation as a hungry vulture swooped down from where the brilliant teal-blue sky hit the valley, catching its prey. I looked to the valleys as a blurry image of a ramshackle village entered my eyes which wondered what brilliance was like. A few out of focused figures of thin unnourished men walked out of their villages. The sun rose out of the vast valleys that housed the soothing Tagus Tajo river, following into the Atlantic Ocean. A rooster called out to the sunrise. I needed the sun’s great nourishment or I would perish in a few weeks. Beside the impoverished fields laid the cotton pickers’ field. The old field filled with creatures like me standing lonely in the burdensome grass. Every step I took, soil crumbled beneath me and with every blink I conducted, a sweatdrop would penetrate my beaten white tank top. I gasped in awe at a scent, what could it be? Due to our immense hunger for every scent we smelt, we rushed towards it closely followed by a crowd. Was it Saturday? Or had I lost track of time? Every Saturday, starving slaves rushed to the farmland, holding out their cracked bowls for food. My mind jumped back to the scent. Like a hounddog, I traced back to its source. In the distance, I saw a ranch-style house with a wide covered screened porch with a yard with cows and goats grazing in the fenced pasture. In the sky of the fields, flies and bees buzzed in rejoice to the freshly harvested sugar, as they circled above it. All of a sudden, a distinctive figure walked out of the cabin, it was the landowner; my owner. I had no rights on this land, I could get shot or wipped anytime he wanted. I had completely lost hope. The farmland wasn’t the only place the slaves worked at, there was also the deep dark shafts filled with fear. Full-time slaves down in the shaft wondered always if they were to seek light in their life. Life was miserable down there, usually you would never come back out if you went down there; it was either death (they were very usual from stone collapses) or you were just stuck there. Nowhere in this grim and appalling land holds a paradise for us, it was all just a desert waiting for us to be killed in the midst of the sun beaming down on our faces. As the sun rose, I started to worry about the scenarios where I would get whipped. Pessimistically, I dropped my head in chronic fear; fear that one day I would get killed in an instant. Many things could have killed me in an instant in my condition: Smallpox, a huge virus that wiped out millions of slaves with no hygiene, getting tortured to death, getting shot for misbehaving, or starving to death, as we were fed very little from food that was rationed a lot. I accepted defeat, or did defeat accept me.
By Alex Zhang4 years ago in Fiction
The Mule from China
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A pair of headlights drove toward the lighted cabin, bobbing and bouncing its way up the dirt road. The road rarely was driven upon and allowed thickets and brush to claim the road as its own. The car slowly approached the cabin and stopped in the clearing. A tall, muscular silhouette opened the car door. He walked to the car's trunk, popped it open, and removed a small briefcase.
By Zante Cafe4 years ago in Fiction
The Doctor is inn
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Nikkie stood there, frozen and numb. The hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up. Chills ran through her body causing her to uncontrollably shake. She tried to scream, but all she could do was let out a quiet squeak. “Mooooom” she muttered out as a tear fell from her eyes. They were there, and she couldn’t leave.
By Nicole Browne4 years ago in Fiction
When building the Great Wall of China
The Great Wall of China was completed at its northernmost point. This project started from the southeast and southwest respectively, and finally intersected here. In the east and west wall-building armies, this method of building in sections was implemented on a much smaller scale, so that the wall builders were divided into squads of about twenty men, each squad being responsible for building out five hundred meters, and then an adjacent squad would build a section of the same length toward them. However, when the two sections were connected, they did not continue to build down to the head of the kilometer, rather, the two teams were sent to a completely different area to build the Wall. This method naturally produced many large gaps, which were gradually and slowly filled in, some even after the Wall was declared completed. Yes, it is said that some of the openings were not filled at all, and although this is a view that can probably only be seen in the many legends that surround the project, the scale of the project is so large that it is impossible to verify these legends by one's own eyes and one's own standards, at least not by a single person.
By sissytisha4 years ago in Fiction
The Mermaid and the Irish Rover
Friday, July4th, 1806 Co. Cork, Ireland My father was a sailor. His father was a sailor, and his father before that. My father always told me growing up that a sailor's life was a hard one (especially because of the terrible food on ships). He wanted me to do absolutely anything but follow in his footsteps...but here I was, toting my belongings up the gang plank to board the Irish Rover for the next few years.
By M.G.4 years ago in Fiction
The man who planted trees
To really know if a person is of outstanding character, you have to spend several years and have the good fortune and opportunity to observe his behavior. If his actions are not selfish, his motives are unbelievably generous, his mind is not filled with thoughts of seeking rewards, and he has left a visible mark on the earth, then it is basically right to conclude that he is a person of outstanding character.
By dannieMoww4 years ago in Fiction
Sled of Furs
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. No, not a candle … this memory feels faint, yet it should clear. A moment is required. Time will break the fog. Yes, I see now it was a match. Not a candle. A match. That is how this night began.
By Justin Andrews4 years ago in Fiction
Finding Idlewild
Ruth walked along her street and up to her drive way, checking the mailbox on the way in. Her dad’s car was already parked in the front, and the lights from the t.v. could be seen through the window dancing across the wall inside the living room.
By Hester Bach4 years ago in Fiction
Mr.Winder climbs a tree
After the national liberation in 1949, Qian Zhongshu and I got an appointment letter from Tsinghua University and returned to our alma mater as teachers. Mr. Wendell was our teacher. It was said that he was quite "emotional" and had some "progressive baggage". Our predecessors, such as Zhou Peiyuan and Ye Qisun, as well as Mr. Wende's old friend, Zhang Xiruo, instructed us both to visit Mr. Wende more often to persuade and counsel him. I did not dare to go because Mr. Wen had the reputation of being a "woman hater". Chung Shu laughed at my words and said that I was so old that I did not even understand the meaning of this word. From then on, I often followed Zhong Shu and went with him, and Mr. Wen and I were very friendly. Because I was more obedient than Zhong Shu, I always obeyed him like a student when he introduced me to any book. Mr. Wen was also not convinced because the salary of the "Soviet expert" was three times higher than his, but after our explanation, he was calmed down. Soon Zhong Shu was seconded to the city to participate in the translation of Mao's Selected Works, so the task of visiting Mr. Wen fell on me alone.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
British Historical Fiction: The Unforgettable Time Periods
The United Kingdom has a long and rich history, and British historical fiction is hot through with stories of love, war, betrayal, and adventure. From the Celts to the Tudors, from the Stuart kings to the Victorians, British history is packed with tales of daring and intrigue.
By Margaret Bennett4 years ago in Fiction
The Toilet in the Forbidden City
Beijing is the imperial city, and the imperial city of the imperial city is the Forbidden City. To put it mildly, after the Republic of China expelled the Xuan Tong, the compound was used as a museum, where nationals could visit. Thus, the Forbidden City will always have walking nationals and sitting nationals, sitting nationals who are tired of walking. As long as the Forbidden City is not accessible by car, the courtyard will always have walking nationals and tired of walking and sitting nationals, because the Forbidden City is large, and it is impossible to change the small.
By BlossomParker4 years ago in Fiction