Historical

Rest my love
The story is set in the year 1830 in the Hudson Valley region of New York. The protagonist is a retired detective; Augustus Landor. He lives alone in his house and does nothing but drink.
By Sabiha UH4 years ago in Fiction
The Story of Haiku's Eyes
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a young girl named Haiku. She had the most beautiful eyes that sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight. They were a deep, dark brown and seemed to hold a world of secrets and stories within them. Everyone who met her couldn't help but fall in love with her, for she was kind, gentle and had a heart of gold.
By Vocal Trending 4 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Treasure of College Park
It all started when John, a history major, stumbled upon an old map in the library archives while researching for a paper. The map was of the college campus, but with strange symbols and markings that he couldn't make sense of. He showed the map to his friends - Sarah, a computer science major, Ryan, an engineering major, and Amelia, a literature major - and they immediately knew they had to decipher the map and find out what it led to.
By Saira Banu L4 years ago in Fiction
Achieving a Balanced Digital Life: A Guide to Personal Technology and Gadgets
The Impact of Technology on Personal Life Technology has had a significant impact on personal life, both in terms of how we communicate and how we access information. Social media and instant messaging have made it easier to stay in touch with friends and family, while the internet has made it possible to access a vast amount of information at the touch of a button.
By SHIAMGANESH 4 years ago in Fiction
"Beneath Palms and Skies"
Once upon a time, on a tropical island in the middle of the ocean, there was a young woman named Sarah. She was a city girl, born and raised in the concrete jungle of New York City. She had always dreamed of visiting a tropical island, and finally, her dream had come true. She was on a vacation to escape the hustle and bustle of her daily life.
By Ajin C Jose4 years ago in Fiction
Listening to Literature
If you’re like me, you take pride in your physical book collection. The bend in your shelf from the weight of the books scratches an itch in your brain you never knew existed until I pointed it out just now. When I was little, Beauty and the Beast was my favorite movie. I wanted to be just like Belle — the strong, heroine type who was gifted an entire library of books to peruse. Belle was a reader, so she was *quirky* and *different.* I still don’t have a library like Belle, but I’ve found that she was so right to escape through her novels. I now also understand that it wasn’t the collection she admired. The value of the books lies in their ability to sweep you away to far-off places.
By Ashley Smith4 years ago in Fiction
The Bookie
Kage Griffin took a seat at the blackjack table with $10,000 worth of chips he'd quite recently won from craps. This evening was his evening. He planned to begin bringing in back all the cash he'd depleted from his youngsters' school reserves.
By Seven Sky4 years ago in Fiction
A Very Dark Magic
Misfortune. She lets me know it was karma, that I had a few karma and my karma was terrible. "It was not your shortcoming," she lets me know this like it was something that occurred previously. A blip. The universe hiccuped and I endured subsequently.
By Seven Sky4 years ago in Fiction
The Most Extravagant Thing On The Planet
He was fed up with tidying up after individuals. His work nauseated him more consistently. Club housekeeper..blah..He tidied up champagne smelling upchuck, cocaine sprinkled blood, even a jewel - encrusted stiletto heel from ...one of those. Women...He'd needed to be a blackjack seller; he rehearsed consistently. He expressed hey to the club managers, he even wore a necktie with his housekeeping coveralls. He'd come to Las Vegas with overwhelming joy in his heart.". I'm gonnna be rich, sometime in the future. I can feel it!". He had his lucky trinket, another poker chip that he found on the floor when he was wiping up upchuck. He cleared it off and it looked very great! Like it was winking at him. He quit clearing and took it out. He grinned at it, gave it a speedy little kiss. As he was wiping it off once more, someone found him.
By Seven Sky4 years ago in Fiction
Somebody Has Died
Somebody has died. Of this, I'm sure. I know it since I generally know it. As I lie here alone in this enormous, void bed and stand by listening to the downpour, I recall it as it gets back to me, this believing, this fear, skittering all over my throat with 1,000 little legs. It gets comfortable my stomach like an incredible stone, a strong, nauseating weight. It is malodorous in its weight and unquestionable in its commonality. Somebody has passed on. I don't have the foggiest idea who.
By Seven Sky4 years ago in Fiction
Deranged, Manipulative, Insane
The tempest had felt like talk the entire day, yet presently, the sky was conveying. Briefly, similar to a blade getting a flicker of light and refracting it in huge number, everything sparkled white. The lightning split the entire sky down the middle, and at that time, it was more brilliant than sunshine. The highest points of the headstones appeared to beat like strobe lights in a club before obscurity settled them down once more.
By Seven Sky4 years ago in Fiction
WRITE A FICTION STORY ABOUT CHARNA ISLAND IN PAKISTAN
Once upon a time, there was a small island called Charna Island. It was located in the middle of the ocean, far away from any other land. The island was known for its beautiful beaches, crystal clear waters, and lush green forests. It was a place of peace and tranquility, where the only sounds were the gentle waves of the ocean and the chirping of the birds.
By Muhammad Hassan4 years ago in Fiction