Most Recent Historical Fiction

The Forgotten Legacy It was a brisk, dew-filled, May morning when Betsy Ross was assigned the creation of the first ever flag for the Colonies. Most of the Colonists thought that the king was a disgrace to Great Britain and taxed the people... (more »)

‘We are at war.’ Those four simple words echoed throughout my skull, bouncing around and ricocheting back and forth, repeating themselves until I thought my head would burst. The meaning was clear, but the words didn’t make sense. At all.... (more »)

As it flopped and fluttered in the wind, I thought back to what brought me here in the first place. I was meeting my fiancé at the fanciest restaurant on this side of London. We had been engaged for two years and next June was set as our... (more »)

Knees in the mud, I gaze to the sky. In the distance, at the opposite side of the camp, a pole stands tall, with a scratty piece of cloth fluttering in the breeze. It twists itself around the pole, then unfurls itself again, knotting and... (more »)

The boat rocked to and fro, causing the room to tilt like a child’s toy. The cold, unforgiving Mediterranean Sea smashed against the hull, making it sound as if we were under constant attack. While most of the crew roamed the top deck, I was... (more »)

Hello. My name is Zauberreich der Liebe, but my friends call me Jim. I was born in 1930 by a man who worked very hard to create me, and even some of my friends. His name is Max Brod and he is Jewish. That fact has never had much meaning to me,... (more »)

Imagine being a terrified freshman on the first day of high school. Expectations range like points on a scatter plot. You are not quite sure where to go and dread getting in the way of the returning pupils. You feel insecure and out of place.... (more »)

I leaned against a wall on a street, my hands stuffed in my pockets. Which street, I wasn't too sure. It was late and I had been wandering around. I do every night. I watched as people walked past me in both directions; some going home for... (more »)

February 21, 1941 I’m Calvin. I found you abandoned on the pavement next to the drain. I live in London, and that’s probably where you lived prior to today because I found you in London. My best friend is James Henry. He goes to school... (more »)

There was no doubt in Fayre’s mind that her father had impeccably terrible timing, though of course she would never have told him so. Indeed, she wasn’t ever compelled to reveal her feelings to the chambermaids who carried on their expected... (more »)