Fiction
The Timeless Relevance of Ancient Subjects in Modern Education
Introduction In the rapidly evolving world of education, where new disciplines emerge to address contemporary challenges, certain ancient subjects have withstood the test of time. These millennia-old disciplines continue to be integral components of modern curricula, offering invaluable insights into human civilization and the natural world. This article delves into the enduring significance of these ancient subjects, exploring their historical roots and their relevance in today's academic landscape.
By TechyByGaurav 2 years ago in History
Waiting After the Rain. Content Warning.
B-24, 2nd Floor Kashmere Gate, Delhi-110006 Date: 18 February 1985 Dearest Riyan, This morning I suddenly woke up at five o'clock. When I opened the window of the room, I saw that it was raining lightly. The cool breeze was cooling both body and mind. The earth, which was thirsty for months, was now quenching its thirst with drops of rain. At that very moment your memories came to my mind.
By Vikrant Choudhary2 years ago in History
Songs On The Wind
Dear Larry, Last night we got to a juke joint in Memphis where the music is loud and the heat is higher. The air is cut through like warm butter when I belt out a note, and spread through the room over glistening bodies with a touch of brown sugar. Going from town to town it doesn’t seem like anything really stays the same in our melodies. The hymnals in our hearts kept us warm after a hard days work back home in Louisiana from sundown until the stars shone. Although the timing may change from room to room our rhythms and voices keeps us moving, keeps the food and drink flowing from the delta until we land in Harlem.
By Aissa Martell2 years ago in History
Not A Love Letter...
April 9, 1912 My dearest husband Charles, I am no less a woman for writing this to you. I abhor the term 'love letter' so think not of this as such. It is strictly a reminder letter…a reminder for you to return to me. I will however admit to a modicum of emotion, hereby listed below and explained in the simplest of terms so as to not be misunderstood.
By Nicole Deviney2 years ago in History
Secret Mystery Friends
Hi, my name is Ellie. I found your secret hiding place in the beech tree by the river. I promise, I didn't take nothin. But I looked at your collection and thought you had some tops stuff. I think we could be friends, if you want. I walk through here twice a week on my way to the market. I’ll check back for a reply when I come past next.
By A. J. Schoenfeld2 years ago in History
The Rose Garden . Content Warning.
Jack, If only things were different, if only you could see how much I love you. I know about the affair Jack, I know about all of them. And the thing is I walk around taking pictures with you, smiling at the adoring fans you have amassed. Do they know Jack? Do they know that the life we have built, the good that we have done was me? Does anyone know what your life would be without me? What YOU would be without me?
By Raine Fielder2 years ago in History
Love letter to Peter.
Dear Peter, My one and only true love, you Peter Charles Rutherford, I am writing to you this time for my heart aches. Writing to you gives me comfort in knowing this is the only contact we have while you are not next to me here. I painfully wait for your return, and can only imagine what you are going through in this dreadful war times. Please stay safe my darling, and don't try to be a hero, I know how good a heart you have. I long for your return so much.
By Satu Myyry2 years ago in History
The Cruel Hand of Fate
In December of 1945, on the cusp of World War II’s end, two souls encounter each another to begin an affair born of intrigue and attraction. He is a Chinese citizen, Hsu, living in the states and contracted by the US Military in the official capacity of an Interpreter, and she is a young seventeen-year-old girl, Lois, who has just returned to university following holidays spent at home where she met the impressive and well-spoken Hsu while at an SRO dance. Immensely drawn to each other, they see each other a number of times before forced to only speak through an exchange of letters which reveal growing affections while one pleads for the other’s attention amidst growing concerns of prevailing prejudices. In a different span of time, on the heels of a war inspired by bigotry and hatred, the girl gives way to fear, mightily influenced by both her family and her peer’s opinions for she is young and naïve, though her heart yearns for something she has yet to fully understand. Two twin souls from completely different backgrounds and circumstances, alone and so very lonely, cross paths, intersecting ever so briefly while traveling along a road fate has so cruelly divined.
By Cindy Calder2 years ago in History
Undiminished
“Mable, my Mable” he muttered, voice raspy, palm limp in hers. He willed his eyes open, but like a door shoved by a strong wind, they inevitably slammed shut again. Then his lips quirked up ever so slightly, his eyes fixing on her one last time, red and glassy but holding a glimmer of what they always had—devotion with a hint of jest. His forehead glistened with sweat and for a moment his breath stilled. But then he tugged her arm and pulled her forward, whispering, “The floorboard. The loose one at the back of the closet. Forgive me Mable. Forgive me.”
By Emily Fine2 years ago in History
A Love Unfinished . Content Warning.
This is a letter that was written on October 28th, 1917, in France. This letter is from Jack to his beloved Evelyn. Jack is a soldier, and he knows in his gut that he will not return to his Evelyn. This is his final letter to his beloved. His final letter saying goodbye.
By Megha Pavanagd2 years ago in History
