Fiction
An Evening with Alison Weir
Is there an historical British monarch who is more internationally recognised than Henry VIII? I doubt it. Known ostensibly for having an abundance of wives, some of whom he decided he no longer liked and so decreed that they should be executed, Henry VIII has become instilled in our consciousness as an erratic king, of excess and impulse and salacious appetites who defied the Pope and liked upsetting monks.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in History
World 🧳 Traveler
“Marie, What do you think of my new Ship?” Maximus asked his assistant. Looking at his prestigious ship with pride. It’s unheard of to be a female assistant to a wealthy man in the 18th century but Marie is a genius of a woman. Marie can take over owning Maximus business if she really wanted to. Marie is the brain child to all Maximus businesses under taking.
By Mariann Carroll3 years ago in History
The Eternal Scholar
I wasn’t sure about entering this challenge at first. In large part, because in some ways I am already doing the job I imagine myself doing in any time period. That is being a writer and historian. But while talking with a couple of friends earlier today through Facebook comments, I became inspired to explore this idea more. While also exploring the implications of what it would be like to be a historian and writer in other time periods, and tie in an earlier thought I had a couple months ago.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in History
Past Life
In the labyrinth of existence, the threads of time intertwine, guiding our souls through the enigmatic tapestry of past lives. As Raphael, I find myself traversing the corridors of history, entwined with different epochs, each offering a unique canvas upon which my soul dances to the rhythm of time. This introspective journey leads me to contemplate the intriguing question: What would my occupation be if I were born in a different historical period? In this narrative, I delve into the remarkable experiences of my past lives, unveiling the diverse tapestry of roles I have played throughout history. These tales, warmly and calmly shared, reflect the intricate harmony between our present selves and the echoes of the past, whispering tales of inspiration, transformation, and eternal wisdom.
By RAPHAEL AKINNUSI3 years ago in History
The Ring of Gyges
In the realm of this tale, there are no hobbits, dwarves, or Valkyries to be found. Long before these characters graced the pages of literature, the legend of the Ring of Gyges emerged over 2,000 years ago in Plato's "Republic." The story unfolds as the philosopher Socrates and his student Glaucon engage in a discourse about the nature of justice.
By Henrik Leandro Laukholm Solli3 years ago in History
Did the Titanic REALLY sink?
The world was startled in 1912 when the Titanic sank. With the ruthless destruction of such a technically advanced ship, the limits of human ingenuity were ruthlessly exposed. However, a rumour that has been circulating online in recent years, most recently on Reddit, raises the question of whether the Titanic actually sank.
By Phoenix Daily Conspiracies3 years ago in History
Gladiator's Triumph. Content Warning.
In the vast colosseum, where blood and honor clashed, a gladiator named Maximus stood tall. His chiseled physique and steely gaze concealed a heart burdened by tragedy and a thirst for justice. Maximus, once a celebrated general, had been betrayed by the very empire he had sworn to protect. Now, he fought not for glory, but for vengeance.
By Atikul Hoque Jahan3 years ago in History
The Ever Present Past
If I could have been born in another era, it would have to be in 19th-century France. In particular, I would love to have been living at the time of post-impressionism, as a contemporary of artists such as Van Gough, Degas, Monet, Cezanne, Renoir, and Seurat.
By Liam Ireland3 years ago in History
Nihil Sine Labore
When I was around 19 years of age, I went to a psychic expo and had a reading. The woman in front of me told me that I was a foot solider in an English king’s army in a past life. She never mentioned the era, but her words conjured up images of medieval times, of dull grey armour and flags of crimson. Of long marches in cold wind and deep mud. The psychic went on to tell me I had also been a well-known English female author. I recall ardently hoping she would tell me I had been Charlotte Brontë, for 'Wuthering Heights' has always been a much-loved story of mine.
By Lauren Jane3 years ago in History
Serving Up Tea
January 24th, 1924 - The wooden walls were rough and uneven. The ceiling was low. All sorts of odors lingered in the room from the night before. One young man swept up a pile of debris over in the corner. Gloomy, pale light struggled to enter the dark establishment through several foggy windows.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile3 years ago in History
