Fiction

Playing a Game with Our Lives
I sit here a wonder if it is okay playing with our lives from the outburst around us, but we must have fun. I had recently been reminded of a Hindu Goddess by the name of Kali, the Hindu goddess of time and destruction. This is unvplanned, so no telling where this leads to, but I have got to know her a little more than usual. I am left turning to stone in which she has found me. It was a nice meeting, but not a factual one which made it fun.
By Jeffrey Allison2 months ago in History
Why Haven't We Seen Another Ming Dynasty 1566 in Twenty Years?
In 2007, Hunan Television, prime time. Those four words together would normally evoke the noisy cheer of My Fair Princess or the frenzy of Super Girl . But that year, the "Mango Channel" aired something else: a drama called Ming Dynasty 1566 .
By Jin3 months ago in History
The Empty Drawer
In 1951, the electrical engineering department of Tsinghua University took its graduation group photo. Most of the students in the picture looked toward the left side of the frame—that was the direction of Beijing. Zhu Rongji stood in the back row, slightly to the right. He had already filled out his job assignment form: Northeast Ministry of Industry.
By Jin3 months ago in History
H.G. Wells 👁⚡👁
⚡"We were making the future … and hardly any of us troubled to think what future we were making. And here it is!" ―HG Wells
By Lightning Bolt ⚡3 months ago in History
Jules Verne 👁⚡👁
⚡"There is hope for the future, and when the world is ready for a new and better life, all these things will some day come to pass, - in God's good time."
By Lightning Bolt ⚡3 months ago in History
Who Was the First Human? The Incredible Story of Our Evolution
Where did humans come from? It is one of the oldest and most fascinating questions in history. Were our ancestors really monkeys that slowly learned to stand upright, or is the truth far more complicated?
By parwinder singh3 months ago in History
The Ledger That Wouldn't Stay Shut
In the autumn of 1865, in a wood‑frame house by the Yazoo River in Mississippi that had once served as a plantation office, a white landowner and a Black freedman whose name had just been struck off a contract sat across from a new one. The ink‑bottle cap was twisted open and shut again. The paper already bore the printed terms of a share arrangement; in the blank space someone had filled in the percentage—50%. The freedman pressed his thumb onto the page below his name. The ink bled from his fingertip into the fibres of the paper. In a drawer of that same desk lay an older ledger from three years before, its leather spine stamped in gilt with the year “1862,” worn down now to “186” and a hollow dent. On those older pages, columns of cotton‑picking weights had red‑ink marks beside them: “short” and tallies of lashes. The new contract had no column for lashes, only the arithmetic of crop shares. The drawer was not quite shut; the corner of the old ledger jutted from the crack.
By Jin3 months ago in History
The ¥1,500 Car: How China’s Automakers Are Bleeding Out While Lithium Miners Print Billions
Selling a 100,000‑Yuan Car Earns Just 1,500. Upstream Miners Made a Year’s Profit in Six Months. I Chen Shihua stood at the forum podium and turned a page of his PowerPoint.
By Jin3 months ago in History
The Coffee Stain, the Damp Carton, and the Handwritten “Enough”: The Untold Story of Who Really Won India’s Retail Wars
Bengaluru, WeWork, Q3 2014 – SoftBank's investment team signed a three‑year lease. The floor plan labeled the space "Southeast Asia Expansion Hub," but on signing day, no one paid attention to the ageing plumbing or electrical conduits. The broker had called an hour earlier: "There's a Japanese fund asking about the same floor." SoftBank wired the advance payment that afternoon.
By Jin3 months ago in History
Silver, Clay, and Bone: The Baltic’s Brutal Truth About Cultural Fusion
I. Water is not a wall The ninth century. If you stood on the sea cliffs of Bornholm and looked south, the Baltic was not a blue wall. It was a grey, restless, salt‑laced corridor. From Ribe in Jutland to Wolin at the Oder mouth, and on to Truso at the Vistula estuary, ships moved. Under their planks rode cargo: beeswax, furs, slaves, tallow, and everything that could be weighed in silver.
By Jin3 months ago in History
The Darkest Night in White House History
On a hot August evening in 1814, Washington emptied out in a hurry. Families threw whatever they could grab into wagons and pulled out of the city. Soldiers moved the opposite direction, toward an enemy most of them doubted they could stop. By the time smoke started showing up on the horizon, it was obvious the young United States was about to have one of the worst nights in its short history.
By hassan khan4 months ago in History
The Candlestick’s Patience
Octavius Celsus climbed the Senate steps, the iron studs on his boot soles clicking against the tufa slabs. He had just returned from Gaul, his name pushed into the list of candidates for next year’s quaestorship by a string of victories. He was thirty-six, broad-shouldered, and his laughter rang off the columns.
By Jin4 months ago in History