Historical Fiction

The Last Bullet — Germany, 1945
The air in Germany was thick with smoke and silence in the spring of 1945. The war was ending, but no one dared to say it out loud. Cities were rubble. Roads were graves. What was once pride had rotted into exhaustion, fear, and the bitter taste of defeat.
By Mr.Zishan9 months ago in Chapters
"The Human Solar System". AI-Generated.
by Shan Zada Chapter 1: Rise of the Core Intelligence In the year 3125, Earth was no longer just a blue planet in the vast galaxy—it was the Capital of the Human Solar Empire. After centuries of war, environmental collapse, and near extinction, humans finally unified under one flag: The Solar Coalition.
By Shanzada 9 months ago in Chapters
🌌 Music for Spaces That Don’t Exist: Soundtracking Imaginary Worlds . AI-Generated.
There’s music for parties. Music for breakups. Music for long drives, chill Sundays, heartbreak recoveries. But what about music for worlds that aren’t real?
By The Yume Collective9 months ago in Chapters
Mambang ~ Animistic Spirit
In Malay animistic traditions, before the rise of religions, the world was teeming with spirits known as Mambang. These were not demons, nor were they mere ghosts. They were elemental, celestial, and deeply revered—guardians of places, thresholds, and emotions.
By Black Vanilla9 months ago in Chapters
Trump has ‘good conversation’ with Zelenskyy after heavy bombardment of Ukraine by Russia
US munitions slated for Ukraine held up over shortage as Trump ‘disappointed’ by Putin’s refusal to make concessions Donald trump spoke with Ukraine’s president, Volodymyr Zelenskyy, on Friday as the US president appears increasingly disheartened over his chances of fulfilling a campaign pledge to end the war between Russia and Ukraine.
By SHYAKA MARS9 months ago in Chapters
Swan Feather
Swan Feather Part I …You know what we’re missing? A feather that simply vanished. That feather. Just a shard of a swan’s wing. And when we hold it in our hands again—everything that’s lost finds its way back home...
By Rakhmatov Ibrokhim9 months ago in Chapters
Michael Madsen: Remembering the Iconic Actor from Reservoir Dogs and Kill Bill
Michael Madsen, the legendary Hollywood actor best known for Reservoir Dogs and Kill Bill, has died at 67. His rugged screen presence, unforgettable characters, and real-life struggles made him one of cinema’s most compelling antiheroes.
By Najeeb khan9 months ago in Chapters
The Casket on Canal Street
The Casket on Canal Street – Part 4: Justice and Its Limits A Mimi Delboise Mystery The case is closed. But Mimi Delboise knows better than to trust tidy endings.
By Gio Marron9 months ago in Chapters
The Silent Burnout: When Life Moves Too Fast to Feel,. Content Warning.
In today’s world, everything moves fast. Deadlines. Social media. Family commitments. Career ambitions. From the moment we wake up to the moment our head hits the pillow, our lives are ruled by noise and notifications. But beneath all this motion lies something most of us don’t speak about: a silent, creeping burnout that drains us, slowly and invisibly.
By Saaya Gsm9 months ago in Chapters
A Knight Against the Sky part(II).
The wind on the Ash-Road carried no birdsong. Only soot, silence, and the distant whisper of wings. Grimold stood at its edge with Ellowyn beside him. Her once-luminous cloak of star-silk hung in tatters, streaked with ash. In her arms, their youngest son, Calen, slept uneasily, whispering Elvish words in his dreams—words that spoke of fire and fleeing and the silver trees that no longer stood.
By Hazrat Bilal10 months ago in Chapters
This Is Not a Love Story
This is not a love story. It doesn’t begin with roses or whispered promises. There’s no hand-holding under moonlight, no fairytale ending. This is a story of a girl who forgot how to breathe, and learned again without anyone noticing. This is about the kind of healing that doesn’t look beautiful — the kind that’s silent, raw, and lonely.
By Nazim Ali10 months ago in Chapters
"The Kingdom Without a Name". AI-Generated.
The Kingdom Without a Name: Lost to Time, Bound by Fate Chapter One: The Marked One The mist came every morning in Brinmere. It rolled over the hills like a living memory, ancient and restless. Villagers swore it was harmless—just weather—but they never strayed into it. Not past the old standing stones. Not east.
By Khazar khayam10 months ago in Chapters