Historical Fiction

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The Rain That Fell Upward
It rose toward the clouds, carrying the dust of forgotten prayers. Heaven, for once, was speechless.
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The Cloud That Feared the Sky
It stayed low, hiding among mountains. One day, the wind lifted it — and it discovered flight was just another kind of falling.
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The Traveler Who Walked in Circles
He walked his whole life around one invisible center. When he died, the grass formed a perfect spiral — and a single seed grew in the middle.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Seed That Refused to Sprout
A seed chose never to grow, content in its promise. Centuries later, it was still perfect — and utterly forgotten.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
The very air of Tartarus clung to them, a suffocating shroud that choked the breath from their lungs. Each inhale was a desperate struggle, a testament to the crushing weight of this forsaken realm. Ahead, the Styx oozed, its black, viscous current sluggish and foreboding, catching the faint, ghostly shimmers of a light that promised no warmth. And there, a figure etched from the very shadows, stood Hades, his obsidian robes a seamless extension of the Stygian gloom. Beside him, a sentinel of darkness, a hooded shape remained unnervingly still.
By Carolyn Patton3 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
The suffocating silence of the night pressed in as Sparta, the philosopher-king of Corgis, and his shadow, Jackson, the unwavering sentinel of a blue heeler, materialized from the swirling vortex of temporal displacement. Their ceaseless pilgrimage through the shattered tapestry of epochs, stitching reality with their very beings, had etched a weary rhythm into their souls. Yet, this return, this return to the sanctuary of their shared existence, clawed at Sparta's very core with a primal dread. The moment their paws touched the familiar threshold of the small, unassuming dwelling they shared with Pandora, their anchor in the tempest of time, a suffocating unease seized him, a visceral premonition that chilled him to the bone.
By Carolyn Patton3 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
The air itself crackled, not with the bite of wind, but with the raw, untamed essence of the divine. Perseus, a tempest in his own right, dragged Pandora upward, his grip a fierce promise against the treacherous, obsidian shards of the path. Each labored breath clawed at their lungs, yet the very thinness of the atmosphere vibrated with an intoxicating, alien power. Then, it loomed – Olympus. Not merely a mountain, but a celestial forge, where gold dripped like molten sun and clouds, woven from pure, luminous ivory, swirled in an eternal, blinding ballet.
By Carolyn Patton3 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
The sun, a malevolent eye in a bleached sky, scorched the jagged maw of the cliffs that clawed at Mount Olympus. The air, heavy and suffocating, pulsed with the sharp tang of wild thyme, a deceptive sweetness masking a primal stench of pure danger. Sparta, a colossus of scarred muscle and unwavering resolve, Jackson, a whirlwind of coiled power and restless anticipation, and Pandora, her very essence a beacon of fierce, unyielding loyalty, stood at the mountain’s unforgiving base. Their gaze, a desperate plea, was locked on its impossibly vast, shadow-draped heights. Beside them, Perseus, their beloved comrade, lay a broken thing, his skin stretched taut over bone, a pallor of death clinging to him. Each breath, a ragged, agonizing gasp, threatened to be his last.
By Carolyn Patton3 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
The 1930s Egyptian desert, a brutal, unforgiving expanse, seared under a sun that bled an incandescent, almost otherworldly light across the tortured contours of endless golden dunes. Beneath the sibilant shriek of the shifting sands, a primal symphony of unseen forces, Sparta, Jackson, and Pandora plunged into the maw of yet another audacious quest. The air thrummed with a palpable tension, the stakes not merely high, but inextricably bound to the spectral whispers of history’s most intoxicating siren: Cleopatra.
By Carolyn Patton3 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
The air crackled, not just with the thunder of approaching revolution, but with the raw, untamed energy of temporal displacement. Sparta and Jackson, ripped from the very fabric of their own existence, materialized into the heart of a storm – Philadelphia, ablaze with the fever of nascent rebellion. The city didn't just hum; it throbbed, a living organism pulsing with the clang of reforged metal and the guttural roar of impassioned voices. The acrid bite of coal smoke mingled with the sweet, cloying scent of desperation and the sharp tang of fear, a potent cocktail that saturated every breath.
By Carolyn Patton3 months ago in Chapters
Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production
Still coming to terms with relegation fears, Kia Ford courtyard meditated inside the English Premiere Estates, where the bright blue-sky intimidation stare hinted a message. Emerging from an unknown location, the Peacock refilled the cafe cup, keeping the therapeutic atmosphere alive.
By Marc OBrien3 months ago in Chapters