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“My Lady, Octavian is here.” Neferura, my only loyal servant was in a panic. “It will only be a matter of time before he finds you here.” “I won’t hide any longer. Bring my paints, my best red sheath and my most expensive... (more »)

My Dearest Darling Evelyn, I love you so much. More than you can ever even begin to fathom. The day we said our vows was the happiest day of my life. Second only to the day your letter came telling me about the birth of our beautiful daughter... (more »)

Liberation they said as they walked through the aftermath, the evidence of our dual existence, our obvious conflict. It was difficult to witness their tender faces painted noble and uniforms of immortal heroism. They gathered some and set others... (more »)

“My Lady.” Neferura, my body servant, bowed low before me. “What’s wrong? How did the battle go?” Neferura bit her lip. “We were defeated. Mark Antony is storming around the palace, demanding to see you. He was furious that... (more »)

He awoke out of deep slumber only to feel shafts of pain searing his nerves. Laying on a canvas stretcher, the sullen crash of artillery beat a cadence in the back of his mind. Towering above him, the grim, frowning crags of Mount Suribachi... (more »)

“Come back daddy,” I remember my daughter telling me with her big, soft eyes pleading me. I clearly remember looking her straight in the eyes and confidently saying, “I promise.” Then, I gave her a big hug, and I left. I left her with... (more »)

THE GREAT WAR, 1916 The Christmas snow this year would be red, because wars could not stop for the holidays. Every day there would be more fighting, and the mingled blood of Germans and Englishmen would continue to stain the soil of Flanders... (more »)

William got into the little black car and braced himself for whatever future was awaiting r him. He looked out his window to take what may have been his last look at the old house that he had grown up in. The first thing he noticed was his... (more »)

Schöner Lügner—Fiction (Beautiful Liar) I am a liar. Even on my deathbed as they fuss over me. They ask me if I need anything, if they can make me more comfortable. I tell them I’m fine. I lie. Lies are beautiful. They are like... (more »)

France 1943 Ella It was a pretty summer night. The trees cast shadows in the dying light. It was the kind of night I remember sitting out on the front porch with my parents when I was little. We don’t sit outside much anymore because of... (more »)