Historical

Branch of Hopes
Branch of Hopes "Stupid Kickball" - Candy mumbles. "Yeah, They could've picked you." Joey looks downward, after also not being picked.
By Joey Jordan5 years ago in Fiction
The Destroyer
I * The flatbed sputtered its way through the hall of coconut trees. Its cannibalised tyres stamped an irregular notation in the dust, adding a tinge of ochre to the lime-coloured fronds.
By Samuel David Medley5 years ago in Fiction
Double Vision
1983 The three of us stared into the dark, freezing cabin. Dad fumbled for the light switch next to the door and an overhead lamp flickered on. It didn’t help.
By Lori Lamothe5 years ago in Fiction
Bram
As the carriage bumped along and began to slow for turns, Elise reached up and wrapped her knuckles hard on the ceiling yelling, “We can’t slow down. Please, keep going as fast as you can.” She did her best to brace for the bumps, as they picked up speed again. “I will not be forced to marry anyone.” She thought to herself.
By Gina Solomon5 years ago in Fiction
The Young and the Rustless
When Doc and Wyatt entered the marshal’s office, Virgil was already pacing the length of it, continuing an even stride despite the disruption. His footsteps reverberated around Doc, creating a rhythm that threatened to put Doc to sleep. They’d had a hard ride into Tombstone the night before, and Doc had barely been able to rest at their hotel. Wyatt had been up early, of course. Now his older brother didn’t even seem to notice their presence.
By B. M. Valdez5 years ago in Fiction
Wrath of Asteri
Before recorded history, humans lived among the edges of the sea. Warring clans laid claim to one of five large island nations. These nations surrounded a smaller rock nation that resided between all other five. The ones who claimed that Island were said to be the most fierce of all other nations. They were said to be favored by the Sun god.
By REDWRITER5 years ago in Fiction
By the Horns
I, am Pilar Marín, and my favorite drug is dodging the horns of a charging bull. As I look out now, into the heart of the arena, the banderilleros are luring the bull, getting him ready for a dance with death. A dance with me. I have worked arduously to get where I am, but I have an obstacle. It is the same hurdle that has plagued women since Christ walked the Earth, and even before.
By Joseph DelFranco5 years ago in Fiction
JACK OF DIAMONDS
I run for my life. I’m not sure how long I’ve been away, but it seems like hours. I can't run fast enough. My lungs feel like they are burning. My adrenaline runs through my veins at a speed I never thought possible.
By Simmer Oli5 years ago in Fiction
Fairweather of the Bark Endeavour
Here on the balmy island of Tahiti, a stopover on our expedition of discovery, the ship moored for repairs. We found English dogs of the bloodhound variety. My comrades Chester and Lady were Mr Banks’ greyhounds and even though I was the ship’s cat, we had already decided to coexist on such a small ship. She was the Endeavour, filled with officers, scientists, military chaps and botanists, with the addition of my Captain Cook. We were commissioned to track the Transit of the planet Venus across the face of the sun from this very spot.
By Helen Weiss5 years ago in Fiction
The Absinthe Drinker and the Tarot Deck
Someone is burning the rosemary. That’s the first thing They think, pushing open the heavy oak door and coming in from the rain. Meat is broiling back of house and someone has burned the rosemary.
By Eric Dovigi5 years ago in Fiction
Mesquite Horns
Mesquite shook his head in the bright morning sunlight. He tested his wobbly little legs and stood shakily in the Texas thornbrush. Nearby he heard a gentle lowing and he turned his head. His mom was grazing on the grass and he toddled over to her to get his breakfast. She nuzzled him as he nursed.
By Marianne E Schmidt5 years ago in Fiction
Thera
Thera On the morning of the day that Thera erupted, I was trawling the hills, pestering sheep and hitting at the tops of seasquills which dared flail in the wind. My brother Damen was somewhere below, helping clear up a landslide which had covered part of the barley fields to the south. It was the second landslide in as many days. In my little haven of wildflowers, I was oblivious to the dry yellow grasses all around me and the animals which refused to graze.
By Holly5 years ago in Fiction