Historical
Fantasy Non Fiction
Greetings Everyone. August of 2019 my fiancee passed away from a massive heart attack at the age of 45. She was a wonderful woman with a heart of gold larger than Fort Knox who stood by my side as my warrior princess. A strong and honorable woman who's love was a truly a treasure.
By Timothy Sokoloff3 years ago in Fiction
Sand in the Locket
The sand in the locket Dear Jinder that I do if I want to meet you. I took off the locket around my neck and held it in my hand. That is what I do when I am in Thy remembrance. The locket opens like a box. In this box is the sand shared between you and me, the sign of our bed.
By kuljit mann3 years ago in Fiction
Darlan at Trafalgar
Monday October 21, 1805, 6 am The Bay of Biscay Midshipmen Antoine Darlan and Francois Perry walked up to the quarterdeck of French ship of the line Redoutable warily. They had been summoned by Capitaine Lucas and First Officer Dupotet. Darlan had served in the navy for almost 18 months. He was just 17 years old but had seen the Mediterranean and the Caribbean. Darlan waited quietly as Lucas and Dupotet were engaged in animated conversation.
By Christopher Seymour3 years ago in Fiction
JACK OF DIAMONDS
iii She ended up twisting her ankle and cried out in pain as she fell out of sight into the tall grass. They’d been playing a make-shift game of tag, and she’d turned in an effort to avoid him. That was when she fell. Artie ran over to her—panting—looking down at her for a moment before dropping to on one knee and reaching for her foot. She tried pulling it back, and he looked at her sternly.
By ben woestenburg3 years ago in Fiction
You Can't Go Home Again
The warm spring breeze felt amazing coming through the open window of the carriage as it creaked and rolled down the long dirt road. It felt so good to be outside of the hospital. The months of long hours cooped up in dark rooms had begun to take its toll on Howard. It seemed nearly every minute of his time was filled by some aspect of his work but he didn’t regret the exhaustion that came with it. How many young doctors could say they were heading the formation of a brand new department in medicine? It was an honor that made his head swim if he pondered the thought for too long. He was thankful for the break and the opportunity to come home and visit his family. He had been so deeply involved in his work the last few years he had barely seen them.
By Peter Hoffman3 years ago in Fiction
Viridian
July 12th, 1944 The man never asked any questions. That was what stuck in Dietrich’s mind most. In the morning, they would come, and they would beat him, day in and day out. They’d used their fists, their heavy boots, their elbows. They’d use bats, coshes, knuckledusters, knives, thumbscrews, whatever they had. And then they would leave. And hours later, he would come.
By Joseph Icha3 years ago in Fiction
Beware The Unweather
The final day of the year of our Lord 726AD was much like any other day. Across the Kingdom, scrawny chickens pecked at grubs in muddy village grounds, the border wars raged and a chilled north wind threatened the coming of the January unweather.
By Alex Markham3 years ago in Fiction
A Homecoming...
Tallan stood in the high-ceilinged room, feeling the emptiness all around him. Everyone had stepped back from him, standing against the walls, spectators to whatever would enfold. As Tallan watched, a man pushed his way through the crowd standing on the raised platform. He was tall and poorly dressed, in drab browns and grays, and his face had a hard look about it. He stepped out in front of the others—and suddenly froze as his eyes met Tallan’s.
By charlotte meilaender3 years ago in Fiction