Browsing Historical Stories

a couple learns through fading memories and passing moments that their enduring love will last long past memory

In the shadow of ancient Rome, an archaeologist unearths more than artifacts. A forbidden gate whispers secrets across centuries. When Iole, a modern archaeologist, uncovers an ancient Roman gate, she's swept into a world where science meets the supernatural. Alongside Lucius, a brilliant Roman scientist ahead of his time and eager to explore the uncharted, Iole unravels a timeless mystery of love, curses, and the secrets of time itself. The past beckons, and destiny awaits beyond the misty veil.

After her twin brother Elliot disappears, Elleanore Fonze assumes his identity and enters the elite Alpha-only Royal Triskelion Academy. Disguised beneath scent suppressors and her brother’s uniform, she navigates a world of powerful heirs, strict hierarchy, and dangerous secrets.

She has been searching for him for 10000 years.

This story came not from intention, but from invitation. I entered a writing contest, five themes offered, but only one stirred an ancient memory. So, I chose, write from the point of view of a non-human character. I didn’t plan. I didn’t ponder. I simply listened. And as I did, the words came, not like bricks I stacked, but like wind flowing through a chime. I wasn’t the builder. I was the instrument. A conduit. In a few days, the manuscript formed itself, concise, reverent. Every sentence arrived as if it was already known. Time didn’t stretch; it folded. And in that folding, I glimpsed something transcendent. This writing is an echo of that moment. Here, the non-human voice is not alien, it is Divine. It is the Son speaking across an illusion. It is the Holy Spirit whispering through eternity. It is nature humming in perfect union. It is Christ as you, as me, as us. Time is not linear. It is a story unraveling in reverse, returning to its point of origin. The clock does not count forward, it collapses inward, back into the One Mind that imagined it. And in that collapse, we remember we are not creations of time. We are architects of eternity. This manuscript flows from that Truth. It is not fiction. It is a remembrance. It is the story of Who we truly are. Bob

Bound by duty. Betrayed by love. Reborn by choice.

He had belonged to a German officer, but was taken by the Americans. Little did he know that he would witness a murder! Will he survie what he's learned or will he remain silent? Told from the point of view of the canine witness, the story also embraces a World War II conspiracy theory and is loosely based on a true story!

One morning, a little boy receives a letter from a dove. Curious as to who sent him a letter, he writes one back and returns it to the dove. Surprisingly he receives another letter from the same person. Who is this person? What do they look like? And should he go find out?

Saying goodbye is tough but saying goodbye to your child is a heartbreaking trauma no mother should ever have to endure, especially when it’s a forced decision. A short story centred around the heartbreak of adoption in the 1960’s.

Since time immemorial, the yokai have always haunted the green lands of Tokiwa. And since time immemorial, the Ronshin, an elite group of yokai hunters, have been there to keep the balance. However, as times have changed, the Ronshin have all but disappeared. When a new yokai appears from lands afar to kill the emperor's son, the last Ronshin, Mitikori Kotoba, must find a way to stop this monster. Before it kills all the people and yokai of Tokiwa alike.