Fiction
The Saga of the Twin Islands The Echo of the Pink Coral and the Secret of the Wind
The beginning is not a year, but a whisper. A whisper carried by the east wind, murmuring tales between the islands of the Lesser Antilles, places that the gods sprinkled upon the boundless blue. In those times without maps, when the land of Wadadli was young, it vibrated with the life of the Arawak people, who also gave it its name: "Our land." Wadadli had a younger, more modest sister, a flat land of coral, called by the same people simply and with reverence: Wa’omoni, "The land with holy waters." These were to become, through centuries and through blood, Antigua and Barbuda.
By alin butuc4 months ago in History
The Twin Tunnels
High School is a bizarre time. A time of life when everything you’ve gathered as true unravels like a fishing rod with an award-winning bass on the hook. The strangest of these truths is an odious concept introduced to boys entering their adolescent years known as male pride. This nonsensical concept drives boys and men alike into all manner of boneheaded behaviors, and the overcast evening in October of 2013 was no exception.
By Cody Pelle4 months ago in History
Perseverance
Living in the year 1819 meant only one thing for a large segment of the population—poverty and despair. There were no government subsistence programs, unemployment checks, or homeless shelters. During this time in our history, the country was in the middle of a severe depression and everyone had to fend for themselves. It was certainly not a good time to be a ten-year-old boy abandoned by his parents and living in the streets of Boston. That, however, was the situation young Raymond was in. Added to his problems was that he was born with a club foot.
By Mark Gagnon5 months ago in History
Plague Doctor’s Journal
The journal was found in a wooden chest beneath the floorboards of an old house in Venice. Its pages were brittle, its ink faded, but the handwriting was elegant and precise. On the first page was a single line written in Latin: “To heal the living, one must walk with the dying.”
By LUNA EDITH5 months ago in History
Crown of Dust
In the heart of an old English town stood a crumbling mansion that had long been forgotten. The locals called it the Ashbourne House. Its gates were rusted, its windows clouded, and ivy crawled like veins up its walls. But once, it had been filled with laughter, music, and light.
By LUNA EDITH5 months ago in History










