Historical
The Secret
My name is Walter and today, January 1, 1980, is my 104th birthday. This makes me the oldest living resident of Rye, New Hampshire. Of course, Rye only has a population of 5,400, so in the grand scheme of things, it’s not a big deal. What makes this day a big deal is I am about to tell a secret that I have been safeguarding for 94 years. The person I’ve chosen to share this secret with is 10 years old, the same age I was when it was told to me.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
Fires of Friendship
The rapport between Okewu and myself, his lodger for the past six months, had long been hanging by a thread. Tensions escalated steadily, like a pot left on a simmer, until one fateful Tuesday afternoon when the pressure reached its boiling point.
By Okewu Emmanuel3 years ago in Fiction
Pervitin. Content Warning.
Canicatti, Sicily | July 6th, 1943 Nadine sipped her steaming hot, black coffee from a white ceramic cup, while Elmar used the edge of his knife to break down their hefty bags of meth and opium into twelve, three-inch lines on top of the glass table in the center of the hotel room. They had become dangerously addicted to mixing the two drugs, but the high was a rare euphoria that was impossible not to chase once experiencing it.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
Ella's beautiful journey
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, there lived a young dreamer named Ella. Ella possessed a boundless imagination that transported her far beyond the confines of her quaint surroundings. Her heart brimmed with stories yet to be told, and her eyes sparkled with curiosity about the world beyond the horizon.
By Nithya shree 3 years ago in Fiction
Eternal in the Sand
‘Why do you want to become an archeologist?’ was the question I got from friends and family most often, and I asked the same of my fellow students, and later colleagues. Most of them said they loved history, and that they wanted to uncover secrets of the past. And that was where our aspirations differed: I wanted to unlock immortality.
By Kenneth Donovan II3 years ago in Fiction
Braided Chain. Top Story - November 2023.
Port of Seattle, WA, September 1912, Footsteps clamored on the wooden panels as I waited. The sun was setting over the harbor cascading orange and gold light across the faces of silhouettes who strolled the boardwalk. Local men and women dressed in their finest attire catching the last of the summer night air that now had a chill as wind gusts came in over the sea.
By C. H. Richard3 years ago in Fiction
An Unsentimental Christmas Celebration
In a world steeped in the sentimental glow of twinkling lights, warm embraces, and the ever-present jingle of holiday tunes, there exists a space for those who dare to celebrate Christmas with a touch of realism—an Unsentimental Christmas Celebration. Amid the festive frenzy, where sentimentality often reigns supreme, this alternative approach beckons with a promise of simplicity, practicality, and an unfiltered view of the holiday season.
By Ali Raza (Story Bard)3 years ago in Fiction
