Historical

The Watch
See the author's note at the end of this Chapter. Prologue: Dust to Dust. There are some who would have it that the flapping of a butterfly's wings in the distant Amazon can have in impact on the path or intensity of a tornado in Texas. On such inconsequential things can rest the lives of humankind. There is something far beyond this myopic view, for, in truth, when some fold in space and time causes two grains of dust to smite each other in the vast, cold reaches of distant space, the fate of great nations can be decided, and even the very destiny of a world determined.
By Mark Newell4 years ago in Fiction
It Walks on Four legs
Captain Arthur Ashford sat on his haunches beneath a tree and smoked the last of his tobacco. With his right hand he tucked a long strand of his greasy blonde locks behind his ear. He couldn't recall the last time he bothered to shave or trim his hair. It seemed the least of his worries now.
By Rylan Alexander4 years ago in Fiction
Do You Fear His Gods?
1. We were dead before the battle ever started, and we knew it. This whole campaign was a death wish. We had fools and bumblers giving us our orders, and they had the greatest mastermind who had ever led soldiers in battle. He might as well have been a god.
By Littlewit Philips4 years ago in Fiction
The Hidden
The Welsh border is foreboding and breathtaking, filled with rolling green hills and ancient ruins. The ideal spot for Jed and Olivia Peale to live their dream life. Jed was at the top of his career working as a psychiatric nurse practitioner, just landing a job at the top hospital in Cardiff. Olivia has a Ph.D. in medieval history and escaping here is the perfect sabbatical for her to research the reign of Mary, otherwise known as Bloody Mary Tudor.
By Michael J Massey4 years ago in Fiction
Wind Witch Chapter 5
Wind Witch by Sheila Chingwa Chapter 5- Leaving Fall enclosed on the boarding school. Leaves had fallen from the trees. Hunter’s full moon would soon happen. Sarah sat on the ground pouting. Jade was stressed as Father Unic was ill and needed attention. His fever was high and he shook from chills as he slept. Sarah tried to help but Jade ushered her out of the room.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Wind Witch Chapter 4
Wind witch by Sheila Chingwa Chapter 4 The four men sat themselves down around the table. They seemed comfortable sitting at the Victorian style table. Jack slung his bag off his back and drew out his sage, tobacco, and little metal skillet. He rolled a ball of sage in between his hands and placed it in the pan and placed it in the middle of the table and lit it. The smoke rolled up into the air to cleanse it. Jack stood up and grabbed his eagle feather from his bag and began to cleanse the feather in the midst of the lofting smoke. He proceeded to move from person to person in the room so each could cleanse themselves before they continued the conversation of the boy’s fate. Jack paused in front of Pete and paused for a moment of recognition. The older man bent over the boy’s body and began to smudge him. The boys lifeless body laid so still except for the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing became steadier as the smoke removed the negative energies from the night's events.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Cryophobia
Commander Mackenzie was afraid of ice on water. It seemed silly to anyone who didn’t know his story, but it was quite understandable to those who knew him. He had survived the sinking of the Titanic. When he explained his reasoning, everyone left it at that.
By Catherine Kruger4 years ago in Fiction
Knitting Socks with Grandmother
“Grandmother, what’s in that box, that cedar box?” a child asks. “Nothing that would interest you, you snoop,” a grandmother responds and grabs the box to put up on a high shelf.
By Suge Acid Hawk4 years ago in Fiction
The Long March Home
Torches roar. I mean, the old style, pitchfork-and-mob torches. Tiki torches? I had never once thought about them until December 31st, 2018, but they roar. When you light them. They roar like the wind can roar in the Hebridean winter, for a moment. No, they roar like the crash of the tumultuous sea against the side of a stricken boat.
By TheSpinstress 4 years ago in Fiction
Came to Talk
How the sharpest lies go soggy. How the cruelest deceit becomes ordinary misery. It was deceit that found me, unwitting, on this journey. It was a lie that led me here.
By Alex Stone4 years ago in Fiction
The Clocks That Stop
We have seen this coming for quite some tics, and just as many tocs. Counting every second with heavy hearts waiting for this moment to arrive, poised to stop at the perfect time. We don’t want to disrespect his wishes, after all. The man who first brought us to life: the clocks that stop when the mourners come. He is no more, and that is what we have done. Once more we have stopped with sorrow in our hearts, as the piano ceases and the drumming starts. Just as he has done to all of the others, Death has sunk his vicious hooks deep into our beloved creator, whom without, we would have known only inanimacy.
By Jemima Bainbridge4 years ago in Fiction
In the Future
Avraham Levin swept the sidewalk shaking his head at the crowd gathering across the street for the Anthrax concert. An Orthodox Jew since time began all the way down his family line. Only the Nazis had nearly cut down the family tree.
By Cyrus Emerson4 years ago in Fiction