Historical

A Rich Man’s War
A Rich Man’s War The men who wanted war never smelled it. They sat in cosy offices warmed by polished wood and quiet agreement, tracing borders with clean fingers, moving lives with the slide of a pen. They spoke of strategy as if it were a game, of honour as if it were theirs to spend. War, to them, was something to be chosen, something to be craved, because it gave them power without risk. Down below, the craving did not exist.
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Fiction
The Monolith
For I am Ozymandias, Look Mighty Upon My Works, And Despair……………. I see The Monolith on the cliff. This feeling. This dread. Trapped in a body that can only be seen through fear. Ozymandias had nothing on this.
By Dylan Hughesabout a month ago in Fiction
The House With Two Halves
CHAPTER ONE Torsten sat in the window seat in his bedroom. Half of the stained glass window was flung open, and sitting so near the window, he gave the whole court something to see. His beauty was rare and rich, as he was the youngest son of the King and Queen. He was a prince. However, he had a very different fate from the other princes of the kingdom.
By Stephanie Van Ormanabout a month ago in Fiction
She Still Loves Me
And I Never Stopped Paying for the Night I Left By Anees Ul Ameen I promised myself I would never return to that house.
By aneesabout a month ago in Fiction
The Correct Way to Eat M&Ms. Honorable Mention in Instructions Included Challenge.
Although there are indeed many ways to eat M&Ms, this Guide will instruct those that find pleasure in learning the best, most enjoyable, and to the mind of the author: the Only Correct Way to consume a packet of M&Ms.
By Judey Kalchik about a month ago in Fiction
Violence Begets . Top Story - January 2026.
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehlabout a month ago in Fiction
Predator
Many of you are familiar with the iconic sci-fi species Predator (otherwise known as Yautja) with such iconic ones being Jungle Hunter (Predator) City Hunter (Predator 2). Along with the comic books and video games featuring them often going up against the Xenomorphs.
By Johann Hollarabout a month ago in Fiction
I’m Right
“How can you possibly say this is my fault? That would mean I’m wrong, and you know I’m never wrong, especially about this stuff.”
By Mark Gagnonabout a month ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a peaceful village nestled between vast hills and serene lakes, lived a boy named Ayan. He was known for his quiet nature, yet his mind was bursting with dreams. Unlike his peers who were satisfied with routine, Ayan longed for adventure, exploration, and achievement—all synonyms of the ambitions he nurtured silently.
By meerjananabout a month ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a quiet village nestled between green hills and calm lakes, there lived a boy named Ayan. He was quiet by nature, often seen sitting under the old fig tree with a faraway look in his eyes. While others played, he would sketch mountains, write in his worn notebook, and stare at the peaks beyond the horizon.
By meerjananabout a month ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Attic
There was a house on the edge of the village that no one spoke of, not unless the wind was still and the night felt too long. It stood at the top of the hill, half-hidden by ivy and time, its windows clouded with dust, its porch sagging under the weight of years. The other children said it was cursed. They claimed they’d seen shadows where there should be none, heard laughter when the house had been empty for decades.
By meerjananabout a month ago in Fiction
The Window That Waited
In a quiet corner of the city, where the traffic never quite quieted and the buildings leaned into each other like old friends, stood a weathered apartment block with peeling paint and a rusted fire escape. It wasn’t grand or new, but it had stood for decades, holding stories in its walls.
By meerjananabout a month ago in Fiction