Historical

Magic in the Bow
Chapter 1 Desire, when left to fester beyond love, can twist the soul into something unrecognizable—unimaginable. Some are left heartbroken and pitiful. Others become heartless. Inhuman. Cruel. King Arthur, consumed by obsession for a village girl whose beauty stirred whispers across the kingdom and had every man talking, became the latter.
By Knox6 days ago in Fiction
The Prince
I am always fascinated by myths and fairy tales of different nations as they reflect the people's important memories and cultural beliefs. Since I am in Georgia-Sakartvelo now, I wanted to present a marque fairy tale from this land, rich in ancient oral and folk tradition.
By Lana V Lynx8 days ago in Fiction
Part 2 The Malfunctioning Time Machine. Content Warning.
I WROTE THIS, I EDITED THIS, IT IS NOT FAKE IT IS MY WRITING MY PROMPTS MY WORK. The Architect’s Quiet Hour: Rewriting the Destination
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 8 days ago in Fiction
Everyone Had a Number Above Their Head… Except Me
The first time I noticed it, I thought I was tired. It was a Monday morning, the kind that drags itself into your bones before your alarm even rings. I was standing in a crowded bus, sweat sticking to my back, when I looked up and saw it.
By Millicent Chisom8 days ago in Fiction
The Malfunctioning Time Machine Part One. Content Warning.
PART ONE The Malfunctioning Time Machine Opening Prose: When the Marble Remembered the Century The revolving doors exhaled her into the lobby like a secret the building had been holding too long.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 8 days ago in Fiction
The Last Wednesday Before Spring
Brisk mustiness from the morning entered through the partially opened window. The humidity formed a heaviness in the air, sticking onto Mitra's skin as she lay in bed, restless from a sleepless night. Her tired eyes were dry, and her head throbbing.
By Delphi9 days ago in Fiction
The Tragic Tale of Jedfrey Mulligan. Content Warning.
Jedfrey Mulligan stood 6’8’’ in his stocking feet and weighed a good 280 pounds on a good day. Once he won a race at the county fair, running a quarter mile - it was a horse race. The county fair discontinued the eating contests, as did each of the towns all around, because he could outeat anyone within 250 miles. He could lay a man out flat with one swing from his mighty left fist and perform a hundred-fifty pull-ups with his right arm. He could lift a wagon and change the wheel and axle without aid, and once lifted his neighbor's ox and carried it home, over two miles away.
By Mother Combs9 days ago in Fiction
Milk of the Earth
The mahogany trees in Sierra Leone cracked under the worrying sun. Joseph trekked, kicking up dirt with porous sandals. His newborn daughter, Hawa, was cradled against his bare chest, suckling at his nipple. Wincing, he fixed a woven, white cloth over her head.
By Paul Aaron Domenick9 days ago in Fiction
Swan Lake
My sister has just called me on Watsapp, which is extraordinary since Watsapp has been consistently blocked in Russia since January.
By Lana V Lynx10 days ago in Fiction
The Pink Writer. Content Warning.
The Pink Writer: The CEO in Saddle Shoes A vignette from the girl who refused the script “It’s strange to grow up in a world that told girls to shrink,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 10 days ago in Fiction
Fire in the Dark
Storytelling began before there was even a word for “story.” Back when the world was still lit by fire and fear, people lived in small circles of light. The nights were longer than they are now, or at least they felt that way. Wind crept through branches like whispers, animals called to each other in voices humans did not yet understand, and the darkness beyond the fire was full of questions.
By Oluremi Adeoye 10 days ago in Fiction
On The Brink
It happened suddenly, or so it would appear. Lily was 65 years old, however, she felt she had lived several lifetimes, in that span of time.
By Susan Payton10 days ago in Fiction