Historical
Porter
22 February 1945 Elijah Porter moved the bed covers off of his legs. He looked around his bedroom. His eyes scanned over the photo of him and his wife on their wedding day. Their smiles were wide and their eyes were shining frozen in time on a small sheet of paper in a cheap wooden frame they found at a pawn shop. He stood, and picked up the photo, smiling at the memory. They had just got married a year ago, she cried as he said his vows, her brown eyes boring into his, as she grinned from ear to ear, showing her straight, white teeth. He remembered brushing her curly hair from her face as he swung her around and kissed her, sealing their hearts forever.
By Adriana Katriel Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Henry Dunant life history
In July 1887 he moved to the little Swiss town of Heiden, where he and a companion visited Stuttgart in 1881. She was (for a brief time) delegated Privileged Leader of the Heiden Red Cross in 1890 established by Susanna Sonderegger, the spouse of an instructor named Wilhelm Sonderinger.
By Sita Dahal5 years ago in Fiction
Call him by his real name
“Don’t worry if it spills over. The patrons like it that way,” Mary Gannon explained to Breda. Mary was the Whiskey Island dance hall owner who called herself Calypso. She was teaching Breda the art of pouring ale. “’Tis better than filling the glass halfway, which induces the men to complain that they didn’t get their money’s worth.”
By Ashley Herzog5 years ago in Fiction
One Special Delivery
My name is Levi Meijer, and I want to be a world-famous artist. I was born August 12, 1930. I am a Jew. My family lived on a small farm near Arnhem, May of 1940, when the Germans destroyed our home. We had to run to the woods in the dead of night to escape, while the house our family built was ruined. I hate the Germans.
By Matthew Stanley 5 years ago in Fiction
Forbidden Love
In her youth, Teodora was considered by most a handsome girl. She was of average height, slender, and of fare complexion. She boasted long dark brown hair that she always kept in a braid, was well blessed in the chest, and had wide hips, good for birthing. Her deep blue eyes under her dark eyebrows were the talk of the village.
By Jason W Schaefer5 years ago in Fiction
To the Marshal's Surprise
The jail door clattered closed behind Doc as he followed Wyatt into the dusky streets. They surveyed the surroundings then ambled up the street toward a nearby saloon. The hammering of Doc’s heartbeat began to ease as the adrenaline seeped out of his limbs. Exhaustion tugged heavily on his eyelids. He was grateful for it. Sleep would welcome itself in as soon as he lay down.
By B. M. Valdez5 years ago in Fiction
The Devil and the Debutant
The Duke of Portland’s affairs were not as far in the dregs as he had originally been led to believe. It took only a little investigating to learn that the estate, all though disorganized and inefficient, was still prosperous and therefore lucrative. It took only a few weeks of browbeating, bribing, and throwing his title about for the people to realize he was no ordinary Duke and that he would not neglect what was his.
By E. J. Strange5 years ago in Fiction
The King Is In Town
The king was in town. Peter had correctly thought that the king’s would bring with him glory and splendour, a mighty army, and a fearsome, awe-inspiring presence that commanded homage. He had naively misunderstood that the king bringing an entourage of soldiers meant that greedy, armed, untouchable men would be prowling the streets, demanding whatever they pleased, and unkind towards resistance.
By Christy Davis5 years ago in Fiction
