Historical
Wild Cards
Sixkiller feels like a blind man for a minute, stepping out of July sunlight into the reeking shadows of the cantina called Dos Portales. Breathing smells of leather and sweat and warm beer, he waits for his eyes to adjust to the dark so he can find the man he came to kill.
By Jean McKinney2 years ago in Fiction
Bound by Caste: A Tale of Love and Stigma
Section 1: Starting points of the Osu Position In the core of Nigeria, amid the rich scenes and energetic societies, lay the old custom of the Osu position framework. It originated from a long time ago, when clashes and divisions tore through networks, leaving scars that waited for ages.
By Lawrence Ossai2 years ago in Fiction
The last call
The computerized clock on the dashboard flickered 11:59 PM as Emily's vehicle hustled down the unfilled parkway. Her heart beat against her ribcage, matching the mood of the windshield wipers engaging the downpour. She looked at her telephone, the screen showing a solitary missed call from her better half, Imprint.
By Bilal Ansari2 years ago in Fiction
Weaving Hope in a Diverse Democracy
In the heart of a bustling city, where skyscrapers towered over narrow streets filled with the rhythmic hum of life, there existed a place where diversity thrived. It was not just the vibrant tapestry of cultures and traditions that adorned the streets, but also the cacophony of voices echoing through the alleys, each one telling a unique story, each one yearning to be heard.
By Prince Waddle3 years ago in Fiction
You and Filipinos Since 1892
It was how a millennial met her Prince Charming in year 1892 that glittered our history as their fairytale began. I Love You Since 1892, a famous book written by Binibining Mia or well known as UndeniablyGorgeous as her pen name conveyed a great kaleidoscope of unforgettable plot, crafted from twisted reality and numerous memories. It conveyed all the fading features from the past that nowadays people cannot be seen anymore. It dwelt into the abyss of history where treasures of our wonderful country used to lay. It tackled every inch of the addictive view of past's picturesque as if it was a time machine that could bring as back to a year we were not born.
By George Ryan Tabada3 years ago in Fiction
104: “And If Anyone Here Were to Object...”
My brother Carl is an unsightly man. He has great eyes, a perfect nose, wonderful smile, and glorious head of hair. But putting it all together just doesn't work. We all know people like this. Every individual part's perfect, but the gestalt is very unpleasant on the eyes.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Wheat
6:03P.M The collision was horrendous and loud. Rosalie tried to force Clement to stop the Jeep by punching his bicep and trying to turn the steering wheel hard to the right. The dangerous attack on her father only made her fall back into the passenger seat as the Jeep violently veered back to the left.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
my "near-death experience" at local café. Content Warning.
On March 23rd, I had a "near-death experience" at a coffee shop. Café Grumpy, in Brooklyn, New York, at the corner of Diamond Street and Meserole Avenue -- I was there with my wife and four-year-old son.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR3 years ago in Fiction
Exodus from the Viking Era: A Time Traveler's Journey
In the heart of a bustling laboratory, amidst the whirring of machinery and the crackle of energy, stood Alex, an amateur time traveler, eager to embark on his latest experiment. With trembling hands, he activated the controls of his homemade time machine, setting the coordinates for a destination unknown. As the machine hummed to life, Alex braced himself for the unknown journey ahead. Moments later, when the swirling vortex of light subsided, Alex found himself in a world unlike any he had ever known. Before him stretched a village teeming with life, its inhabitants clad in furs and metal armor, speaking a language foreign to his ears. In the distance, Viking longships lay anchored along the tranquil riverbank. "Where am I?" Alex whispered, struggling to comprehend the unexpected turn of events. With a sinking feeling in his chest, he realized the gravity of his situation. He was stranded in the Viking era, far removed from the comforts of home and the safety of his laboratory. With no other choice but to adapt, Alex immersed himself in the ways of the Vikings, learning their language and customs, and forging bonds with the villagers who welcomed him into their midst. Yet, amidst the daily routines of village life, the burning desire to find a way back to his own time gnawed at his soul. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as Alex scoured the land for clues that could lead him home. It was during one of his solitary explorations that he stumbled upon a hidden cave, its entrance concealed by thick foliage. Intrigued, Alex ventured inside, his heart pounding with anticipation. Within the cavern's depths, Alex uncovered ancient artifacts and inscriptions that hinted at a forgotten technology capable of bridging the gap between past and future. Eager to unlock its secrets, he delved deeper into the cave, unaware of the dangers lurking in the shadows. As he neared the heart of the cave, Alex was confronted by a band of hostile warriors, their eyes gleaming with malice. With no means of escape, he braced himself for the inevitable confrontation, his mind racing with thoughts of survival. In a desperate bid for freedom, Alex relied on his wits and resourcefulness to outsmart his adversaries, using the ancient technology he had uncovered to turn the tide in his favor. With a surge of adrenaline, he activated the device, its otherworldly energies engulfing him in a blinding light. When the light finally faded, Alex found himself standing once more in his laboratory, the familiar sights and sounds washing over him like a welcome embrace. Exhausted but triumphant, he realized that he had successfully navigated the perils of time travel and returned to his own time. As he reflected on his harrowing journey, Alex knew that he would forever carry the memories of his adventures in the Viking era. Though he had left behind friends and loved ones, he emerged from the experience stronger and wiser, with a newfound appreciation for the power of resilience and the bonds that unite us across time and space. And so, with a sense of gratitude for the lessons learned and the challenges overcome, Alex resumed his life as a time traveler, forever changed by his exodus from the Viking era.
By Wishorizon3 years ago in Fiction
