Historical
The Ice Break Raffle
The Ice Break Raffle I was born and grew to adulthood in the Midwest; South-Central Wisconsin to be exact; Wisconsin Dells, to be precise. “The Dells”, of my youth, was fondly referred to as a “tourist trap” by locals and as a “vacation destination” by travel agents world-wide. In the middle of the twentieth century, the 50’s, Wisconsin Dells claims to fame were scenic views of sandstone rock formations adorning the banks of the Wisconsin River.
By David Zinke aka ZINK4 years ago in Fiction
The Full Moon of Cachou
Of the three moons that circled Skyeria, the green moon of Cachou was considered "the Moon of All". Cachou, back when he was a god, was a green-furred giant with a tail as long as the night sky. He was the Creator who formed the world of Skyeria, after all, enwrapping the world in a loving, natural embrace, bending the elements unleashed by Scalieon into a viable shape, and creating the various ecosystems that were on the surface. He then, with a final green light and some help from Lampras, created the various sentient species to populate the world.
By Grant Alexander Brown4 years ago in Fiction
Glow
I peeked into the window as I neared the house. The room was a-wash with green, imitating the green light of the "Go" signal in the traffic light on the corner. It was Friday night, the girls night out, after working all week in the factory. We made a decent working class wage of about five cents for every dial we painted using the lip, dip, paint approach. I was slower because I didn't like the taste, so just dipped and painted instead. I was occasionally reprimanded for slowness and inaccuracy since my method was not as precise in comparison to the girls whom followed the lip, dip, paint technique.
By Pamela Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
The Fall of Carlu
A note by the author - I encourage the reader to not be put off by the unfamiliar names and words mentioned in my writing. The names contribute to a collection of fictional stories based on genealogies of both Northern European mythology and my own creation. Words and names in italics are sourced from Norse and Celtic myth and folklore and can be investigated for historical context.
By William Evans-Pughe4 years ago in Fiction
A Good Woman is Hard to Hide
1832 Something was wrong with the orchard and Lucy Coffin had a good idea why. When spring came, the trees had burst with white blossoms and she’d walked between the rows with her hands held out. Once she had even spun round and round as the wind dropped snowy petals onto her hair, her face, her eyelashes. Her skirt flared out in the cool morning light and she’d collapsed onto the grass, laughter bubbling up from deep within her.
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Fiction
Telling the Bees
1817 I’d already waited too long. Not that it wasn’t the right thing to do. Sure, Hallie was 18 and she’d put off the wedding for a full year just so Daddy wouldn’t fall behind with the chores and the kitchen garden behind the cabin. Caleb was a good man though and if he minded the wait he didn’t let on, at least not in front of Daddy and me.
By Lori Lamothe5 years ago in Fiction
The Escape of Marigold Wolfie
The Escape of Marigold Wolfe i (For the freedom of all the world’s children) Cologne Germany was post-card beautiful before the war with its Gothic architecture, connecting villages, and passionate people. It reveled in the cultural and religious differences of its inhabitants. When a baby was born, or a couple was married, church bells rang, and families gathered for celebrations.
By Zel Harrison5 years ago in Fiction
