Historical
Home of the Free
The knocks came after dinner. Three raps at the front door: abrasive, aggressive, authoritative. Glen Finch put down the footrest of his recliner and stood from its familiar comfort. His middle school-aged twins looked up to him with widened eyes. He held his hand out calmly, shushing them.
By Ashley Lima5 months ago in Fiction
The Library at the Edge of Dreams
M Mehran No one knew when the library appeared. One morning, the townspeople of Merrinfield woke to find a tall glass building standing at the edge of the river — a place that hadn’t been there the day before. It shimmered faintly, like sunlight caught on water. There was no sign, no doorbell, only a single line etched into the glass:
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Fiction
A Love Across Time
Opening: The Clockmaker’s Secret In the gentle dusk of Dublin, Georgia, Emily Carter walked briskly down Main Street, her worn leather satchel bouncing on her hip. The sleepy town seemed unchanged by time, but Emily’s heart whispered of years beyond her own. She was a historian ... by passion more than profession ... chasing stories lost to dust and rumor. Her favorite haunt was Caldwell's Antiques, a cluttered shop of ticking clocks, faded photographs, and secrets kept in glass cases.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 months ago in Fiction
Behind Bars, Beyond Borders: The Struggle of the Global Sumud Flotilla
Behind Bars, Beyond Borders: The Struggle of the Global Sumud Flotilla The roar of the sea had been replaced by the clang of iron doors. For the activists of the Global Sumud Flotilla, who had set sail with nothing but hope and humanitarian aid, the sudden transition from open waves to concrete cells felt surreal. Yet, even in captivity, their mission refused to die.
By Wings of Time 5 months ago in Fiction
The Legend of Long-Shanks. Top Story - October 2025.
Goody Patience had just laid her head upon the pillow when it happened. For a moment, she believed she were dreaming, so she rolled over and paid it no heed. Her eyes snapped open again the same second she closed them, however, when she heard it once more: a sharp knock-knock-knocking on the front door downstairs.
By Natalie Gray5 months ago in Fiction










