Historical

The Last Voyage of the Sea Star
Captain Clara Everhart stood at the helm of the Sea Star, a once-glorious sailing vessel that had weathered countless storms and seen many adventures on the high seas. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting an orange glow over the calm waters. The ship creaked softly as it cut through the waves, heading into the unknown.
By Md Azizul2 years ago in Fiction
Eulogy To The Realm
When we found you dead, we thought that was the end of the whole lot. We thought the world would be empty. Hopeless; every dream dead, too. What we couldn't know at that moment was that you weren't the world. At least, not everyone's. And you wouldn't render dreams truth. The best you would ever do was reflect our dreams back to us as terror. You weren't always there before; apparently, you weren't meant to be there after.
By kp2 years ago in Fiction
The Ghoul and the Grand Vizier
Once, long ago, when the desert winds whispered dusty words to the ears of the foolish and the wise alike, there was a terrible old crone that lived at the edge of a beautiful oasis. Here, she practiced black magic and curses day and night, until she became a matter of ill-repute in the local towns and villages.
By Tom Baker2 years ago in Fiction
Shakespeare in Love
I loved Shakespeare but when he turned up on my doorstep to declare his love, I was more than a little surprised. He wasn't dressed to impress, or at least, not me, in his ruff and tights. I'm no Elizabeth. He was just drawing attention to himself.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Dark: The Curse of Shroud
Elias Greaves had always been a man of shadows. An enigmatic figure with a brilliant mind, he spent his days buried deep within the bowels of a sprawling, decaying city—a city where corruption festered in every corner and the powerful feasted upon the powerless. Elias worked obscurely in the sterile, fluorescent-lit laboratories of a large pharmaceutical conglomerate. His mind was unparalleled, his discoveries revolutionary, yet the limelight dodged him. The fruits of his labour lay stolen by those above him, their names in the annals of fame, while his remained lost to the void.
By JOHN NHYIRA2 years ago in Fiction
Faith and Agony in 1865. Content Warning.
As we slowly approached Camp Sumpter, our noses were struck with a foul odor which caused many of the men to retch. All of us were accustomed to the stench of death and decay. The roads we’d marched for the past three years were littered with corpses whose lingering scent overpowered the air. This was much worse than decomposing flesh, a smell I never thought could be bested. Even our Confederate captors winced.
By Nancy Gwillym2 years ago in Fiction
A Real-Life Hunger Games
1. In the year 2000, a low-budget Japanese film titled Battle Royale was released, sparking significant controversy and leading several countries to impose outright bans on the movie. This reaction can likely be attributed to the film's unconventional premise, which involves a group of students being incapacitated during a school trip and subsequently transported to a remote island where they are compelled to engage in lethal combat. This is certainly not a narrative one would associate with Disney. Even if one is unfamiliar with Battle Royale, which has since attained the status of a cult classic, the storyline may still resonate due to its notable similarities to one of the most prominent book and film franchises of recent decades—The Hunger Games. Both narratives are marked by extreme violence and brutality, and they have garnered considerable acclaim from millions of fans globally for their entertainment value. However, neither The Hunger Games nor Battle Royale has been criticized for their realism; the concept of random individuals being abandoned on an isolated island and forced to fight to the death seems implausible in reality. Yet, it appears that such a scenario has indeed occurred. The real-life counterpart to The Hunger Games was far more harrowing than any fictional account conceived by a creative writer. In the 1930s, thousands of prisoners were abandoned on a desolate Siberian island without access to food or water, and the subsequent events were so profoundly disturbing that attempts were made to erase them from historical records. This account pertains to Stalin's Cannibal Island, one of history's most chilling illustrations of the consequences of pushing human beings beyond their limits. Joseph Stalin, in particular, stands out as a notably malevolent figure. If one were to create a card game featuring history's most notorious dictators, Stalin would undoubtedly compete with figures such as Hitler and Pol Pot for the title of the most formidable card in the set. He ascended to the position of General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union in 1922 and, among other actions, he employed various oppressive measures.
By cathynli namuli2 years ago in Fiction
The Dolphin Guardian. Dedicated to Tiffany Gordon, our Vocal Superhero who loves dolphins.
It all began in 2021 when a kind heart met Vocal Media. "Not all heroes wear a cape". Some see their names up in bright lights, some quietly go about spreading joy and cheer practically unnoticed as they serve their medley-ed smorgasbord community with grace and kindness.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
Wings of the Phoenix: A Journey of Rebirth
In the heart of ancient mythology, few symbols resonate as powerfully as the phoenix—a bird of radiant beauty, known for its cycle of death and rebirth. This mystical creature, consumed by flames only to rise anew from its ashes, serves as a timeless emblem of renewal, transformation, and the triumph of life over death. In many ways, the story of the phoenix mirrors the human experience, where adversity, loss, and failure are not endpoints but catalysts for profound change and growth.
By Adeshola Motunrayo2 years ago in Fiction
Sisyphus' Quiet Firing
I'm sitting behind my rock, taking my Power Nap. Suddenly, I hear quiet slithering and hissing, "Whasssssup? Whatcha doin'?"
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Guardian of the Lost City
**The Last Guardian of the Lost City** In the heart of the ancient, forgotten city of Elara, a legend whispered through the ages. It spoke of a solitary guardian, a sentinel who stood watch over the city's secrets, a figure shrouded in mystery and power. His name was Elara, a name as old as the city itself. Elara was not a man, but a being of pure energy, a manifestation of the city's will. He had been born when the city was founded, a guardian tasked with protecting its treasures and keeping its secrets safe. For centuries, he had watched over Elara, a silent sentinel in the heart of the forgotten metropolis. But time had not been kind to Elara. The city had fallen into ruin, its once-grand structures now crumbling and overgrown with ancient vines. The people who had once called Elara home had long since vanished, leaving only echoes of their lives in the dusty halls and empty chambers. Elara, however, remained. He had witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, the coming and going of empires. He had seen the city in its glory and its decay. But even as the city around him crumbled, Elara's spirit remained unbroken. One day, a group of adventurers stumbled upon Elara. They were drawn to the city by a legend, a rumor of hidden treasures and untold power. As they explored the ruins, they stumbled upon Elara, standing silently in the center of a crumbling temple. At first, Elara was wary of the intruders. He had guarded the city for centuries, and he was not accustomed to visitors. But he sensed something different about these adventurers. They were not driven by greed or power, but by a genuine curiosity and a desire to learn. Elara revealed the secrets of the city to the adventurers. He told them of its history, its purpose, and the treasures it held. He spoke of the ancient magic that flowed through the city's veins, a power that could shape the world. The adventurers were amazed by Elara's knowledge and the stories he told. They realized that they had stumbled upon something truly extraordinary. They vowed to protect the city and its secrets, to ensure that Elara's legacy would live on. As the adventurers prepared to leave, Elara gave them a final gift. He bestowed upon them a piece of the city's ancient magic, a powerful artifact that could be used for good or evil. The choice was theirs. With the artifact in their possession, the adventurers left Elara, determined to use its power wisely. They knew that their journey had only just begun, that their encounter with the city's guardian was just the beginning of a much larger story. And so, they set off into the world, carrying with them the secrets of the lost city and the weight of its legacy. **Chapter 1: The Lost City** The adventurers, a diverse group of individuals with unique skills and abilities, ventured deeper into the heart of Elara. They navigated through labyrinthine corridors, dodged traps, and deciphered ancient puzzles. As they delved into the city's secrets, they discovered a hidden chamber filled with priceless artifacts and ancient tomes. Among the treasures they found was a map, a detailed blueprint of the city and its surrounding lands. It revealed a network of hidden tunnels and chambers, leading to a secret vault where the city's most valuable treasures were stored. **Chapter 2: The Ancient Power** The adventurers ventured into the secret vault, a chamber filled with an otherworldly glow. At the center of the room was a massive stone pedestal, upon which rested a glowing artifact. It was the heart of the city, the source of its ancient magic. As they approached the artifact, a sense of awe and trepidation washed over them. They knew that they were in the presence of something extraordinary, something that could shape the destiny of the world. With a mixture of excitement and fear, they touched the artifact. A wave of energy surged through them, filling them with a sense of power and purpose. They had unlocked the secrets of Elara, and with it, the potential to change the world. **Chapter 3: The Dark Forces** As the adventurers emerged from the secret vault, they sensed a growing darkness. A sinister force was approaching, drawn to the power they had unleashed. It was a force that had been dormant for centuries, but now it was awakening, hungry for the ancient magic of Elara. The adventurers knew they had to act quickly. They gathered their forces and prepared to defend the city. As the darkness closed in, they stood their ground, their hearts pounding with fear and determination. The battle was fierce, a clash of light and dark, of good and evil. The adventurers fought bravely, their courage fueled by the knowledge that they were protecting something far greater than themselves. In the end, the light prevailed. The darkness was defeated, and the city of Elara was saved. The adventurers had proven themselves worthy of the trust that Elara had placed in them. **Chapter 4: A New Beginning** With the darkness vanquished, the adventurers knew that their journey was far from over. They had a responsibility to use the power they had acquired wisely. They decided to leave Elara, to take the city's secrets and its magic out into the world. They traveled far and wide, using their newfound power to help those in need. They healed the sick, protected the innocent, and fought against injustice. Their reputation grew, and they became known as the Guardians of Elara, protectors of the lost city and its ancient secrets. And so, the story of Elara continued, a tale of courage, sacrifice, and the enduring power of hope. The city, once forgotten, would never be the same. For it had been reborn, its secrets revealed, its magic unleashed, and its legacy secured by the brave adventurers who had dared to enter its halls.
By Juliusly 2 years ago in Fiction
Valoria
As the echoes of Aeloria’s speech faded into the cool evening air, Thalos felt a tap on his shoulder. A young doe from his tribe handed him a scroll sealed with the Plains Tribe's mark. Unfurling it, he quickly scanned the contents, his brow furrowing. The message was urgent—he was needed back home to assist with an important matter involving the tribe’s ancient records and the selection of a new council member. Thalos sighed, the weight of duty pressing on him. Just as he was about to excuse himself from the gathering, Seraphina appeared at his side, her keen eyes noticing the scroll. “Leaving so soon, bookworm?” she teased, though there was genuine curiosity in her tone. Thalos explained his predicament, the conflict evident in his voice. Seraphina listened, then smirked, her usual confidence shining through. “Tell you what,” she said, “how about a detour through the tundra? It’ll give you a fresh perspective—and maybe even an edge—before you head back.”
By Digi Dragon 05 (Or Digi or Revely)2 years ago in Fiction