Historical
The Practical Marigold
Violet. Lily. Marigold. Rose. Daisy. My grandmother was the middle child of five daughters born to a prominent English botanist in 1893. She told me once there were certain expectations of being the daughters of an earl during the Victorian era: beauty, grace, propriety, or, at the least, intelligence. Those belonged to her sisters. Violet, the eldest, was the queen of propriety; Lily was the beauty; Rose was the graceful dancer, pianist, and vocalist; and Daisy inherited their father’s scientific curiosity and intelligence. My grandmother said that left her with the most important, and overlooked, characteristic – practicality.
By Ashley Maureena 5 years ago in Fiction
Wilted
“The girl is not going! It is no place for a child!” Father yells. My father never yells, certainly not at my mother. “Come now Percy, you are being ridiculous. The Pattersons and Adams plan on taking their children. It will be a lovely chance for her to socialize,” Mother replies as if the matter were settled.
By Stranna Pearsa5 years ago in Fiction
"I have no wish to be a Great Lady"
When it first came out on television in 2010, I was glued to every single episode. I watched the whole drama which stretched from 2010 to 2015, and just recently, in 2019, I watched the film (at least three times over!). The whole setup absolutely fascinates me and even though the story itself is fiction, the drama is based on the very real Edwardian Era (which is my favourite time in history). Buying all six series plus the film, I watch them over and over again, almost like a student studying history. I am, of course, talking about Downton Abbey!
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff5 years ago in Fiction
The great sharks of the Great Lakes
Based on a true story told by my great-great-grandfather, an Irish immigrant and Civil War soldier. William Chambers could sing Union Army songs in his sleep. He knew every word to “Battle Hymn of the Republic” and "Always Stand on the Union Side.” He enjoyed singing them in his hearty baritone voice. His fellow infantrymen liked it too, although they’d never admit it. And best of all, singing made it difficult for an American to realize that Will had an accent.
By Ashley Herzog5 years ago in Fiction
Painted Blue
As we ventured beyond the outskirts of my father's farm, I caught my breath. "Are you alright miss?" asked the legionnaire riding by my side. I nodded smiling at him. My heart raced and I felt a thrill come over my. I was free. I had left my home for the first time and felt a certain freedom come over my as the markers passed us by.
By Arkady Thompson5 years ago in Fiction
Porter
22 February 1945 Elijah Porter moved the bed covers off of his legs. He looked around his bedroom. His eyes scanned over the photo of him and his wife on their wedding day. Their smiles were wide and their eyes were shining frozen in time on a small sheet of paper in a cheap wooden frame they found at a pawn shop. He stood, and picked up the photo, smiling at the memory. They had just got married a year ago, she cried as he said his vows, her brown eyes boring into his, as she grinned from ear to ear, showing her straight, white teeth. He remembered brushing her curly hair from her face as he swung her around and kissed her, sealing their hearts forever.
By Adriana Katriel Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Henry Dunant life history
In July 1887 he moved to the little Swiss town of Heiden, where he and a companion visited Stuttgart in 1881. She was (for a brief time) delegated Privileged Leader of the Heiden Red Cross in 1890 established by Susanna Sonderegger, the spouse of an instructor named Wilhelm Sonderinger.
By Sita Dahal5 years ago in Fiction
Call him by his real name
“Don’t worry if it spills over. The patrons like it that way,” Mary Gannon explained to Breda. Mary was the Whiskey Island dance hall owner who called herself Calypso. She was teaching Breda the art of pouring ale. “’Tis better than filling the glass halfway, which induces the men to complain that they didn’t get their money’s worth.”
By Ashley Herzog5 years ago in Fiction
