History
Clockmaker's window
"Time waits for no one. But time has been sitting silently in Mr. Elori's shop for forty-seven years." A small watch shop in a secluded corner of town. The dust on the signboard has made the letters almost indistinct. Yet if one squints, one can read:
By Canvas Whispers9 months ago in Chapters
Journal of Napoleon Bonaparte
Russia, 1812 July 28, 1812 – Vitebsk The sun blazes, but the victories feel hollow. We have marched a thousand miles without a decisive battle. The Russians retreat endlessly, like smoke slipping through clenched fists. I offer them glory. They answer with scorched fields and empty villages. My men grow thinner, slower, quieter. Discipline fades in the heat and distance.
By Alain SUPPINI9 months ago in Chapters
Mississippi Dreams
Julianne had been singing in the church choir for a few years now. Times were quickly changing around the country; rock had been born and was thriving. In the south, rock music was still considered evil, the devil's music, as the older generation would call it. But Julianne believed that one could love modern music, while also holding true to their moral beliefs.
By Judith Jascha9 months ago in Chapters
Trump meets Syrian president
The reported meeting between former U.S. President Donald Trump and Syrian President Ahmed al-Sharaa in Riyadh—if confirmed—would indeed mark a dramatic shift in U.S.-Syria relations and Middle Eastern geopolitics. However, several key aspects of this scenario raise questions about its plausibility and require careful analysis:
By Ratul Shrikh9 months ago in Chapters
Journal of Napoleon Bonaparte
Europe, 1808–1812 May 2, 1808 – Madrid Spain burns. I thought it would be simple: remove a decrepit Bourbon king, install my brother Joseph, and bring order where there was only superstition and decay. But the Spanish did not greet us as liberators. They rose — farmers, priests, children with knives in their belts. They fight like ghosts in alleyways, strike and vanish.
By Alain SUPPINI9 months ago in Chapters
I'll Tell You a Tale
APRIL 2025 The waitress, now off the clock from her serving duties, shyly takes the empty seat across from the mysterious redheaded woman. Quickly growing self-conscious upon sitting down, she looks at her hands laying in her lap, staying silent.
By Luna Jordan9 months ago in Chapters








