Historical

If walls could talk
If walls could talk, I would have a lot to say. I am an old, brick wall, and I have seen many things in my lifetime. I was built during the reign of King James I of England and have stood in the same spot ever since. I am the wall of a church, St. Mary's, and have been a witness to the comings and goings of people, the highs and lows of their lives, and the events that have taken place within these sacred walls.
By Islam Abdelhamid4 years ago in Fiction
The lost city
Once upon a time, in a far-off land, there was a legend of a lost city. This city was said to have been built by an ancient civilization and was filled with treasures beyond anyone's wildest dreams. For centuries, people had searched for this lost city but to no avail. However, one day, a young adventurer named Jack decided to take on the challenge of finding this lost city.
By Jebastin Rajwin Alwin4 years ago in Fiction
The Future's Time Traveler
Jack is a man who lived in the year 2070. He was a brilliant scientist who invented the time machine. Jack was a curious man who wanted to explore the past and see what the world was like in the old days. But his true purpose for using the time machine was to change a historical event that had changed the course of his own life.
By Nikki Lynn4 years ago in Fiction
Become a Slayer, not a slave
The phrase “become a slayer, not a slave” is a powerful reminder that we have the power to take control of our lives and rise above our circumstances. It is a call to action to recognize our potential and take responsibility for our own destiny.
By jai singh rajput4 years ago in Fiction
Mountains
Mountains are some of the most awe-inspiring natural features on the planet. They can be found all over the world, from the towering Andes of South America to the snow-capped Himalayas in Asia. Mountains have been revered by people since ancient times, as a symbol of strength, power, and beauty.
By vanshika 1114 years ago in Fiction
Horse
The sun shone brightly down on the lush green meadow as the gentle breeze rustled through the tall grass. A young girl named Emily sat atop her beloved horse, a beautiful white stallion named Blaze. She had been riding him since she was a small child and the two of them had been inseparable ever since.
By jai singh rajput4 years ago in Fiction
The Silent Witness: Tales of a Haunted old Victorian house
In the small town of Willow Creek, an abandoned Victorian house was rumored to be haunted. Despite the rumors, a young girl named Ava was fascinated by the house and spent hours sitting in front of it, imagining what the walls might have seen and heard. She was particularly drawn to the way the house seemed to radiate a sense of sadness and mystery as if the walls themselves were yearning to speak and share their stories.
By ALAN 4 years ago in Fiction
I Tried to Fix the World
“My body my choice,” I shouted. My name is Fred McGraw, and I’d traveled all the way from Birmingham, Alabama to be here. I was at a political rally, fighting the new covid vaccine they’d invented. I was trying to change the world, preventing corporations from forcing us to put there medicine in our bodies. Even if vaccines did work, I didn’t want one.
By Alex H Mittelman 4 years ago in Fiction
A ghost who died in a war finds solace in a military historian who can understand her experience
Quite a long time ago, there was a young lady named Elizabeth who lived in a humble community in Britain. She was a tactical history specialist and had an incredible energy for concentrating on war and the existences of troopers who battled for their country. She burned through the greater part of her days in the library, understanding books, and conversing with the neighborhood veterans who were ready to impart their encounters to her.
By Subash Sugumar4 years ago in Fiction
The Wall of the Alhambra: A Storyteller of Time
"If walls could talk," whispered the old stone walls of the Alhambra, "I have much to say about the mysteries and events that unfolded before me. I have stood here quietly observing history, watching the world change and evolve.
By Zingy dust4 years ago in Fiction
Time Travel in Bhagavata Purana & Tripura Rahasya
Kakudmi was a descendant of the Sun Dynasty (Suryavansha).Kakudmi’s daughter Revati was so beautiful and so accomplished that when she reached a marriageable age, Kakudmi, thinking no one upon earth was worthy of her, went to the Creator himself, Lord Brahma, to seek his advice about a suitable husband for his daughter.When they arrived, Brahma was listening to a musical performance by the Gandharvas, so they waited patiently until the performance was finished. Then, Kakudmi bowed humbly, made his request and presented his shortlist of candidates. Brahma laughed loudly, and explained that time runs differently on different planes of existence, and that during the short time they had waited in Brahma-loka to see him, 27 chaturyugas (a cycle of four yugas, totalling 108 yugas, or Ages of Man [refer Concept of Time Division in Ancient India and Age of Brahma]) had passed on earth.
By Anmol Shukla4 years ago in Fiction
The Word
My memory is long. I remember my birth – the cries, the pain, the suffering, becoming aware of the world around me. I remember a man in a fancy headdress touching me with his cold hands, his eyes full of joy but his voice full of sadness. “Don’t cry,” – he said. – “No matter what happens, you must not cry. I forbid you to cry.” He stroked me gently for what seemed like an eternity and then added: “Because you now carry the weight of the world. I am so, so sorry.”
By Vadim Kagan4 years ago in Fiction