Historical
Wilted
“The girl is not going! It is no place for a child!” Father yells. My father never yells, certainly not at my mother. “Come now Percy, you are being ridiculous. The Pattersons and Adams plan on taking their children. It will be a lovely chance for her to socialize,” Mother replies as if the matter were settled.
By Stranna Pearsa3 years ago in Fiction
"I have no wish to be a Great Lady"
When it first came out on television in 2010, I was glued to every single episode. I watched the whole drama which stretched from 2010 to 2015, and just recently, in 2019, I watched the film (at least three times over!). The whole setup absolutely fascinates me and even though the story itself is fiction, the drama is based on the very real Edwardian Era (which is my favourite time in history). Buying all six series plus the film, I watch them over and over again, almost like a student studying history. I am, of course, talking about Downton Abbey!
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 years ago in Fiction
The great sharks of the Great Lakes
William Chambers could sing Union Army songs in his sleep. He knew every word to “Battle Hymn of the Republic” and "Always Stand on the Union Side.” He enjoyed singing them in his hearty baritone voice. His fellow infantrymen liked it too, although they’d never admit it. And best of all, singing made it difficult for an American to realize that Will had an accent.
By Ashley Herzog3 years ago in Fiction
Painted Blue
As we ventured beyond the outskirts of my father's farm, I caught my breath. "Are you alright miss?" asked the legionnaire riding by my side. I nodded smiling at him. My heart raced and I felt a thrill come over my. I was free. I had left my home for the first time and felt a certain freedom come over my as the markers passed us by.
By Arkady Thompson3 years ago in Fiction
Porter
22 February 1945 Elijah Porter moved the bed covers off of his legs. He looked around his bedroom. His eyes scanned over the photo of him and his wife on their wedding day. Their smiles were wide and their eyes were shining frozen in time on a small sheet of paper in a cheap wooden frame they found at a pawn shop. He stood, and picked up the photo, smiling at the memory. They had just got married a year ago, she cried as he said his vows, her brown eyes boring into his, as she grinned from ear to ear, showing her straight, white teeth. He remembered brushing her curly hair from her face as he swung her around and kissed her, sealing their hearts forever.
By Adriana Katriel Brown3 years ago in Fiction
Henry Dunant life history
In July 1887 he moved to the little Swiss town of Heiden, where he and a companion visited Stuttgart in 1881. She was (for a brief time) delegated Privileged Leader of the Heiden Red Cross in 1890 established by Susanna Sonderegger, the spouse of an instructor named Wilhelm Sonderinger.
By Sita Dahal3 years ago in Fiction
Call him by his real name
“Don’t worry if it spills over. The patrons like it that way,” Mary Gannon explained to Breda. Mary was the Whiskey Island dance hall owner who called herself Calypso. She was teaching Breda the art of pouring ale. “’Tis better than filling the glass halfway, which induces the men to complain that they didn’t get their money’s worth.”
By Ashley Herzog3 years ago in Fiction
With Mona at Last
There comes a time when the unimaginable crosses the boundaries of fiction. The unpredictable that nobody could prepare for. This is one of those times. You know the thief’s name, and that seemed to be enough for the eyes of the public, no questions asked. It frustrates me that no one seemed to see the bigger picture and understand the inner mechanics of the operation. I’ve had a good enough life, and it’s time the world knew the truth. It’s time to reveal the mastermind of the theft that shook the art world - the story of the shadow that stole the Mona Lisa.
By People! Just say Something!3 years ago in Fiction