Austin Fox, guest writer
May 3, 2017
Filed under Historical Fiction
The waves keep throwing salty water over the sides of the amphibious vehicle that I will shortly be jumping out of. The anxiety and stress are thick enough to cut with my bayonet. I look around to see ...
Rachel Nall, guest writer
May 3, 2017
Filed under Historical Fiction
"Father, I'm no good at this! Are you sure this is a better technique than the running stitch?" I huffed before bringing my thumb up to my lips, attempting to numb the dull pain. This was the seventh t...
Jeremiah Angel, guest writer
April 25, 2017
Filed under Historical Fiction
I awoke to the sound of my rooster, Theodore, crowing outside my window. It was April 20, 1904. Dawn was beginning to break. Lying in bed and stretching, I thought to myself, why do I have to get up so early? Then I remembered...
Ethan Dickinson, guest writer
April 25, 2017
Filed under Historical Fiction
1959 was a common year, it started on a Thursday, that's what they say, but for me that year was anything but common. The only truth in that statement was that it started on a Thursday, the best Thursd...
Alex Thompson, guest writer
April 18, 2017
Filed under Historical Fiction
Pain. And darkness.
John Scott, a private second class in the only army division the United States sent to France to aid in the Battle of Amiens during what most were now cal...
Grant Ennis, guest writer
April 18, 2017
Filed under Historical Fiction
This is a short story about a man who learned too late how to feel empathy. This man's name was Philip Bartusco
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When Philip turned 21 he was forced to register for the draft. Multiple times he'd t...
Calvin Serban, guest writer
April 18, 2017
Filed under Historical Fiction
HONK! HONK!
"Let's get it on!" Mr. Flipadoodle said.
The traffic crawled that early morning in San Francisco, and Cole was awakened by his Dad who was yelling at cars that were stuck in traffic. It was a typical morni...
Chase Roesel, guest writer
April 18, 2017
Filed under Historical Fiction
Artillery shells exploded. Detonations sent mind-numbing vibrations through Lawrence's brain. His vision blurred, and all he could see was the scarlet sea of blood pooling around his ankles in the shell hole. The bodies of his friends were pil...
Hector Segura, guest writer
April 16, 2017
Filed under Historical Fiction
-1835
My name is Mario Manuel Díaz Contreras, and this is my story.
I am from Chihuahua, Chihuahua, Mexico. I am 22 years old. I am a junior in college and I am getting a degree in the ca...
Darla Milholm, guest writer
April 16, 2017
Filed under Historical Fiction
WHITES ONLY
Dorthy clinched her fists with rage. Her eyes glares through the round black frame of her spectacles looking up at the sign above the drinking fountain.
WHITES ONLY
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Dylan Ford, guest writer
April 14, 2017
Filed under Historical Fiction
"Stay with me, Will! We'll get you home to see Evelyn . . ." were the last sound I recall from that day.
. . .
"Hey, Grandpa. I know it's late, but we was havi...
Trinidy Lopez, guest writer
April 14, 2017
Filed under Historical Fiction
Two years had passed, but it felt like just yesterday. I wish he knew how hurt I was, but then again, I would not want him to feel the pain that I'm feeling at this exact moment. I wish he knew how much I missed seeing...
