Historical
When the Sun Didn’t Rise for 30 Days
When the Sun Didn’t Rise for 30 Days A Tale of Survival, Fear, and Hope in the Longest Night The sun is something most of us take for granted. We wake up with its first light, and we rest when it sets, knowing it will return the next morning without fail. But imagine a world where one day the sun doesn’t come back. Not for a few hours. Not for one long night. But for thirty days in a row.
By Farooq Hashmi5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Call From My Father
The Last Call From My Father A Story of Love, Regret, and the Words Left Unspoken The night was heavy with silence when my phone lit up with a familiar name Father. It was late, almost past midnight, and I hesitated before answering. We hadn’t spoken properly in weeks. Work deadlines, city life, and my own stubbornness had built an invisible wall between us. But something in me, perhaps instinct, pushed me to swipe the green button.
By Farooq Hashmi5 months ago in Fiction
The Boy and the Camel
The desert stretched endlessly under the golden sun shimmering like a sea of fire. From afar it looked lifeless but anyone who lived in its embrace knew that the desert had its own soul. It whispered through the wind roared through the sandstorms and carried the footprints of countless travelers who had crossed it over centuries.
By Article Writing Master5 months ago in Fiction
The Holy American Empire
Relief came first. For the first time in weeks, trucks rolled across Mexico’s highways carrying sacks of grain, barrels of fuel, crates of medicine stamped with the seal of the Empire. Markets opened cautiously, lights flickered back to life in the cities, and families wept as refrigerators hummed again. The blockade was over.
By Logan M. Snyder5 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of a Forgotten City
Echoes of a Forgotten City The city once glowed with culture, art, and the laughter of children. Its streets carried the footprints of generations, and its walls echoed with stories older than memory. But when the war came, the city that once sang was reduced to whispers of smoke and broken stone.
By Wings of Time 5 months ago in Fiction
The Holy American Empire
“Good evening, Mr. President. I’ll be quick. I want the blockade over just as much as you do,” Emperor Kane said, an unexpected note of empathy softening his voice. “I know your people are hungry, your hospitals are running out of fuel for their generators, and your citizens are beginning to turn on you. I don’t want them to suffer anymore. I want them to be my people. Agree to a full, unconditional surrender of Mexico. The blockade will be lifted, my engineers will restore power, and we will deliver food and medicine. You will be allowed to live out the rest of your days in Mexico as well.”
By Logan M. Snyder5 months ago in Fiction
Tales from the Loom. Content Warning.
When technology finally caught up to the desire to live beyond a single lifetime, The Loom was born. It offered a person a chance to step into their own reality. Any life they imagined, complete and convincing in every detail. Inside, a year of experience was merely a minute in the real world. Their new reality around them was filled with people who could love, struggle, and die, yet the one who entered was spared from chance or tragedy. A wound, a fall, or a bullet became a miracle of survival, and only old age could bring their story to an end.
By Michael Noon5 months ago in Fiction
Switching to Stout
Initially, at St. James's Gate, Arthur Guinness produced ale (a lighter-colored beer, popular in Ireland at the time). However, Arthur was a visionary who observed trends. In England, especially in London, Porter beers (a type of black beer, fermented with roasted malt) had become extremely popular. Porter was more stable and better withstood long-distance transport, making it perfect for export.
By alin butuc5 months ago in Fiction
