Historical

Echoes of the Forgotten Trail
In the heart of Africa, where the sun paints the sky in hues of orange and red as it bids farewell each evening, there lies a land scarred by the echoes of a war long forgotten by the world. A war that unfolded in the shadows of dense jungles, traversed through desolate landscapes, and etched its mark on the souls of those who witnessed its relentless brutality. This is the story of a small group of individuals, an unlikely alliance of veterans, scientists, and pacifists, who sought redemption amidst the ruins of a war-ravaged land.
By Okewu Emmanuel3 years ago in Fiction
"Wellspring of Dreams" . Content Warning.
In the bustling city of Lucknow, where the aroma of kebabs and the melody of classical music filled the air, the Wellas, a trio known for their unconventional methods of making money, found themselves at a crossroads. With dreams and premonitions having brought them success in the past, they now faced the challenge of financing their grand plan to take over the city and run for elections.
By Mubashira Kachhot3 years ago in Fiction
Crypteia
The air wrapped around our face as we descended through the darkness. The call of freedom, to it we harken our pace. To save ourselves from the final destruction. Of ourselves from their constructed narrative of destruction.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Fiction
The Good People
Chapter 1 “Ocama, Yuiza, ocama…” Inamoca presses me to listen. I hear the sounds of the rainforest all around me, but we are listening for the noise of the Yu’ Guami’ke’na, the white devils, the ari.’ They are invaders on our island. I am Yuiza, Warrior Princess. I once greeted them with a warm, hospitable Taíno welcome, yet they only brought death and destruction to my people.
By Margaret Jimenez3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Witness":
In the bustling city of Veritas, where truth was revered above all else, lived a peculiar man named Isaac Evander. Isaac had a gift, one that made him both an outcast and a treasured individual in the eyes of those seeking justice - he was the last witness.
By MIKEY -KUN3 years ago in Fiction
The Snow Dragon
It was a cold winter day in the small village of Willow Creek. The snow was falling heavily, and the wind was howling through the trees. Inside their cozy cottage, a young girl named Nimli sat by the fire, reading a book.
By Nims3 years ago in Fiction
Red Dust Redemption
PRESENT : The hum of the spacecraft's engines reverberates through the small cabin. The Space Pioneers, a diverse group of explorers, exchange nervous glances as they approach the red planet. Excitement and fear dance in their eyes.
By Nadeem3 years ago in Fiction
The last survivor
I rose to the tops of the hills and was covered by the clouds, not able to see the land under me. Nonetheless, I was familiar with the electrifying experience of going to the peak of the globe, bordered by marvelous clouds. It was an amazing experience.
By Josh Ores3 years ago in Fiction
Rosalie Decides to Walk. Top Story - November 2023.
Canicatti, Sicily | July 6th, 1943 Outside of the church Rosalie ripped away the black veil that was attached to her ridiculous black hat, freeing her thickly curled hair that barely grazed her shoulders and stuffed it into the hungry mouth of a rusted trash bin. Breathing in through her nostrils and out through her mouth, she deeply inhaled the cool night air and used the sleeve of her black blouse to wipe away any lingering tears still dampening her cheeks.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
Restoring the temple
When the collapsing waves were no more supplanting my ears, I dragged myself right into a resting placement and damaged the King's red seal. I unraveled the parchment paper, checked out the very first sentence concerning fellow guardians being hostages, and after that, collapsed it in my clenched fist.
By Josh Ores3 years ago in Fiction
Stephen Ruler's "It": Effect of a Legend.
Start writing...will always remember whenever I first considered It to be a kid. I was visiting my father for the end of the week and it came on television. My father previously cherished the film and taught me on what it was as I watched it with him. This film was not normal for anything I had at any point seen. Obviously the presentation of Tim Curry as Pennywise truly grasped my consideration due to how magnetic, yet frightening he was as this being who appeared enjoyingly welcoming, yet was just a horrendous hunter in cheerful dress who was hoping to obliterate the blamelessness of life. Notwithstanding Curry's presentation it was the exhibition of the entertainer's playing the individuals from The Failure's Club that truly kept me snared also, particularly the youngster entertainers. As a long lasting film buff I had never seen a film in any kind where the youngsters had such a strong feeling of initiative with a directing presence that followed.
By rana miah3 years ago in Fiction
Friendly Fire
Canicatti, Sicily | July 10th, 1943 | 2:32A.M Fire, incendiary rounds, and steel aircraft parts exploded all around him as he once again tumbled through hot, Italian air. Limp, densely-dark shadows of fellow paratroopers bounced off of his body as he struggled to tug the rip chord to his parachute.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction