Historical

History of Aubrev and the Eptfyluum in the Second Era:
The most written about Aelindhe (or Elves in Nidaenesse) queen of Aubrev Ceit Eptfyluum was Craevys Pulmórelle (see Artys Fylumcalum's painting). She was born on the 25th of Elhreg in 19 2E to the Fifth High King of the Aelindhe, Coursan “Vounts Salauts” Pulmórelle, and his wife queen Vólethia, Lady of Kefyluum. She began her rule on the First of Byyren in the year 102 of the Second Era. She ascended the throne at the young age of eighty-three when her father died in a bandit attack on the road between Rhovehk and Aubrev.
By Rûvarian Myriadis4 years ago in Fiction
Her Sacrifice
Prologue 1341 Scotland Screams of pain and agony echoed through the smoke filled skies. Every direction one looked was filled with fighting and bloodshed. A pained whimper choked out of a small child's throat as her father was slaughtered before her eyes. In the opposite direction an entire family was being barricaded in their home as the roof was set aflame. Merciless. In the center of it all a sole figure stood. Basking in the chaos and suffering of the innocent.
By Eli Prinos4 years ago in Fiction
HER HANDS #8
Please note. There are descriptions of religious beliefs and practices contained in HER HANDS. They are intended for use as setting, cultural context and character development. They are not intended to promote or criticize any religious belief or practice.
By Ed Burke4 years ago in Fiction
Bijou's Tale
In the Year of Our Lord 1458, a dog went on public trial in Bourgogne, France. The charge: thievery. The punishment if convicted: death.
By Nikki Bennett4 years ago in Fiction
The Yellow Hibiscus Chapter 7
I raced for the door, but these words stopped me. "Ignorance forces many of us to repeat history," he warned. The pain of knowing nothing of my parents' past swirled around in my head, making me dizzy.
By Annelise Lords 4 years ago in Fiction
Mundy, Mundi
One learns to be patient, after a time — no pun intended — toiling in the lower ranks of the Time Bureau. I was not blessed with a patient mind, nor with an altogether forgiving nature, as many an ex of mine can confirm, but I do toil, most loyally. I recall when my moment of opportunity arrived, and it did not arrive alone…
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
Elevator Encounter
It’s day 439 of World War III that started on February 24, 2022 with Russia invading Ukraine. The entire world is burning since November 2022, after the exhausted and desperate Putin’s army launched a missile aimed at Lviv, miscalculated, and overshot it into Poland. NATO countries immediately activated Article 5 for joint defense and sent a missile directly into the Kremlin. It was an imploding bomb, taking everything with it underground in a clean sweep. After the dust settled, the entire Kremlin was gone as if someone carefully cut out a cancerous mole off the face of Moscow. Even though Putin had not stayed in the Kremlin since the beginning of the war and the hit was largely symbolic, triggered Russia went all in and launched a tactical nuclear bomb into the formerly British and currently Canadian Arctic. NATO retaliated by sending a similar bomb into Siberian taiga. All hell broke loose. Russia twisted the arms of the other BRICS countries, and Brazil, India, China, and South Africa reluctantly got involved by either kicking out or directly attacking NATO bases located in their jurisdiction or proximity. India’s Modi sent his troops into Kashmir, setting off a war with Pakistan. China invaded Taiwan, killing off most population as dissidents and resettling the island with mainland Chinese.
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Fiction
Titanic, or A Moral Deliberation
The movie "Titanic" is full with moral ambiguities. The owner of Star Line, the shipping business that owned the now-sinking Unsinkable, rushes into a lowered life-boat in one of the scenes. Even he is troubled by his own actions, as seen by his tormented expression: previous to the accident, he urged the captain to break the trans-Atlantic speed record. His arrogance proved catastrophic to the ship. The officials in command also only allowed women and children into the lifeboats.
By Vlad Andrei Apostol4 years ago in Fiction
The Fantasy prologue
Mahabharata ”is a unique, religious, mythological, historical and philosophical treatise of India. It is one of the most important texts of Hinduism. It is the longest literary treatise in the world, although it is considered to be one of the most unique works of literature, even today it is an exemplary source for every Indian.
By Uttam nandi4 years ago in Fiction
The Hunted
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Dragons had been extinct for years, and although there used to be dragons roaming the land, the land had been void of them for so long. There weren't always dragons in the valley, until one cold winters day started to change the world as we know it.
By Emilie Turner4 years ago in Fiction
Finnegan's Wake
Mr. Timothy Finnegan was a Kilkenny man through and through. He had lived on Walkin Street all his life, inheriting the house when his parents had passed. Tim had the bushiest red beard and softest green eyes; for as much as he was a mountain of a man, he really was a big teddy bear. Bricklayers were part of the Building and Allied Trades’ Union in Ireland, and Tim was one of the hardest working members despite his strong love of whiskey. He was practically born with the bottle in his mouth, and had to have a glass every morning before work. But, with the stress of work and paying the bills, one glass before work had quickly turned into two, which then became four, and sometimes even seven.
By M.G.4 years ago in Fiction
The Giant
by: Dennis R. Humphreys The field was a devastating pile of corpses, large ones. I had never seen anything like it before or since. I had seen the aftermath of battles before, ever since I was little. I was used to it. My people were used to it. Ever since leaving Egypt with an attempted battle initiated by the Pharo's army, trying to recapture us, there was one battle after another on our exodus. My people had wandered forty years to get to this point.
By Dennis Humphreys4 years ago in Fiction