Historical
Perceptions in Predictions
Twilight had just set upon the little sleepy town in Michigan when two giggling preteen girls were hand in hand, rushing with certain determination as they discussed their plan for a secret reading from a traveling psychic. Their voices intertwined with the summer evening sounds of crickets playing an orchestra of music for the lightning bugs to dance with, the corn fields growing high enough to hide their path from distant onlookers.
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Fiction
Hanna Braun: The Girl Who Escaped the Nazis
I inhaled as the cold sea breezes blew against my face. I felt peace for the first time since my parents told me I was to board a train out of the country. I blocked out all of the memories of the past week and closed my eyes, imagining that I was gliding in the wind without a worry in the world. The December gusts began to bite at my skin, but I barely noticed it was there.
By Katelyn Hunt5 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
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
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
