Most Recent Historical Fiction

So you wanna know what happened to good ole Reiben after the war. After he went home. Well it's obvious, isn't it? He went on to be someone real special. Now who am I? I'm that guy you always hear talking up in the sky. You know... (more »)

Catori was the name my mother and father had given me. They said that when I was born the wind blew hard and the moon was full. They said that my screams filled the valley and scared the dear. I can’t imagine why such a name would be given to... (more »)

May 29th, 1932 How are you? What a stupid question. It's not like I'm actually going to tell a stranger that I'm not having a good day. Why is it that in our society it's considered polite to ask someone how they are?... (more »)

May 2, 1349 Merchant ships came in today. Not that it really matters to my family or me, the lowly serfs we are. Remi, my brother always takes me down to the ports to watch them come in, though. He says the people on the ships are very well... (more »)

Death of Hector The fierce great warrior, Achilles wept over the body that laid below him. Patroclus, still a boy not yet a man laid beneath him a deep wound in his chest, flowing with red liquid. Blood. Achilles placed his hands over his... (more »)

I never wanted this job. Taking the souls of the dead isn’t exactly the best job in the world. I know exactly when they die, so I get there early. But sometimes, I wish I didn’t have to watch. Because of the petty human’s never ending war... (more »)

Gunshots, cannon fire, the screams of dying men all filled my ears that day. I will never forget that day, the day that all hell broke loose in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. ***** Fighting in the Civil War was like living with politicians. They... (more »)

His funeral was held outside, though it was winter and the bitter cold could not be ignored. With solemn faces and constant stream of tears, the people there, draped in black, stood before his casket. And there, in a uniform, which was properly... (more »)

The moon’s light spread across her room through her window, it was two o’clock in the morning and the only sound was the clock ticking. Tears streamed down her face onto her ear like rain, her sighs like thunder through her body, the letter... (more »)

The Purchcavitch River, located in the heart of Moscow, was concealed within layers of frozen ice in the below sixty degree weather. North of the Purchcavitch River on Nesterova Street, next to the old inactive dentist office that was still... (more »)