Most Recent Historical Fiction

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Dear Mary This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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September 17, 1432 Dear Mary, Hello, how are you?  I’m doing fine.  This morning I helped my Mama bake bread.  For breakfast, we had maize, which means corn.  It is doing well this year. My Papa and younger brother... (more »)
The Birthday Gift This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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Winter, 1832. “Out of all of the days you have to look that serious,” I quipped at the black-haired, sooty-faced boy who had his bare hands lodged within the workings of the machinery, “does it have to be today?”... (more »)
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Silence
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    If you have never been awoken by the sound of gunfire, you will never know the feeling of true terror. To have the bullets of .357’s, and 7.62’s scream past your head as you lay in the sweet silence, there is... (more »)
Toward Our New Home; A JOurnal of the Oregon Trail
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April 23rd, 1847: A shriek jolts me awake. I sit up. The wail comes again, as loud as Rachel Elizabeth's new alarm clock. I know something is definitely wrong. "Emma Lou, come quickly!" a desperate husband, David, calls. I swiftly step to my... (more »)
once upon a time in Havana part 1
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I started walking faster. I was wearing a white shirt which some of its bottoms were open and my long brown hair reached my shoulders. After that much walking, I could see that tall buildings. It looked like all of the town was just many tall... (more »)
The Night of Shattered Myth
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9th November, 1938 Just as our truck neared the corner of the Heidereuter Alley, the moon retired behind the clouds. Shards of glass littered the pavement. The night was filled with desperate shrieks, breaking glass, gunshots, and pleas for... (more »)
My 1776 Breakup Letter
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1776 Dear Britain, I am writing this letter because I think we need to talk about our relationship. You are just not who I fell in love with in the beginning, and we are in totally different places in our lives right now. What I am trying to... (more »)
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The Crimson Terrain
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The young boy by the name of Iqbal was strolling along with multitudes of people belonging to different religions in the densely occupied streets of Amritsar. He perused the Golden Temple and it epitomized sheer pulchritude as the molten-yellow... (more »)
Hero Among War This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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Glenn always considered himself a lover over a fighter, however Fate scrawled the words “war hero” in his legacy and for the millionth time, he was unable to carry out his noble duties. The mantra was still fresh in his head as he passed by... (more »)
Once Paralyzed
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     The paralyzed man rejoined with his friends. Some said that there might be a savior that could heal all people and their losses. The man’s friends said to him,  “Let us take you up to the lord of saviors, he can help fulfill your... (more »)
Lambda
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The long, winding, dusty roads twisted and turned around their meek city. The boy on this path kicked at a stray rock on the ground, and watched it roll on its side until it fell over the edge of the hill, and out of sight. He continued walking,... (more »)
Enemies Gather: Dunkirk
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During the events of Dunkirk in 1940,Walter discovers and remembers something about himself that effected his younger self in Calais, in 1930. Something that will meet him as he deparately tries to escape an inevitable death trap. Chapter 1:... (more »)
Fire in My Hands This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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I am holding fire in my hands.   This warm night smells like candle smoke and woodsmoke and pipesmoke. It smells like leftover rain and pine needles. It smells like stars and the wishes made upon them. It smells like twilight and shadows,... (more »)
Jane Carrie
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The sun penetrated through my windows, early in the morning as the birds chirped. I laid on my bed, eyes wide open. A week had passes since the news about Jane. It was still vivid in my head. All of it. It had all started on 29th February,... (more »)
Thank You.
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The first time I saw him he had just been bought by my father. He pulled up in the back of a caravan along with the other slaves. His pitch black hair reached his contoured jaws, covering half his face. He wore what you can only guess was a... (more »)
The Beginnings end
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A sharp, blistery pain erupted in my chest and ended in the middle of my back. The excruciating pain of blood gushing from my chest, feeding the hungry grass beneath my feet, made me gasp. While I collapsed, the world went dim and I started to... (more »)
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