Historical
The Toilet in the Forbidden City
Beijing is the imperial city, and the imperial city of the imperial city is the Forbidden City. To put it mildly, after the Republic of China expelled the Xuan Tong, the compound was used as a museum, where nationals could visit. Thus, the Forbidden City will always have walking nationals and sitting nationals, sitting nationals who are tired of walking. As long as the Forbidden City is not accessible by car, the courtyard will always have walking nationals and tired of walking and sitting nationals, because the Forbidden City is large, and it is impossible to change the small.
By BlossomParker4 years ago in Fiction
The Red Arrow
OTTAWA, ON, February 20, 1959 - BREAKING - Prime Minister John Diefenbaker has ordered the Avro Arrow project cancelled. In a stunning reversal, the award-winning next generation fighter jet project has not only been scrapped, but all plans, blueprints, documentation, and prototypes have been ordered destroyed immediately. The Empire has reached out to the leading scientists involved with the project, but they are unavailable for comment at this time. The Canadian Empire daily newspaper
By Paul Mansfield4 years ago in Fiction
Highland Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the valley. My daughter called them dragons, and perhaps they were. Though they were horsebacked, they swept the Scottish Highlands, forcing many of my people to bow in fear to a foreign and Protestant king. They didn't breathe fire, per se, but the coats they wore were the color of blood. These dragons carried more ammunition than we'd ever seen.
By DarkRandall4 years ago in Fiction
Blade 1939
Winter 1939. Shanghai. The night is like a charm. Near the office building of the Japanese Special Branch. A dark figure is hidden under a canopy of holly trees. The man is dressed in night clothes, wearing a mask, with two eyes shining like cold stars. He was alert to the gap between the sentry's change of guard, grabbed the sewer pipe with both hands, stomp stomp stomp, in the blink of an eye, like a gust of wind drifted into the second floor classified room.
By dawjackson4 years ago in Fiction








