Top Voted Historical Fiction

“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 »)

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 »)

I am an American. I am a spy. Not many people know my name. I am James Armistead Lafayette. I was born a slave in New Kent County, Virginia, on a small plantation run by a white man. I was named James Armistead. While growing up, I worked on... (more »)

I listened to the small whisper of my feet timidly brushing against the dirt as I proceeded closer and closer to my freedom. My burqa covered my ­entire body, turning me into a ghost-woman that I didn't even recognize. I had one image in my mind:... (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 »)

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 »)

War was declared on August 1, 1914. I awoke that morning and walked over to say good morning to the man I'm going to marry... one day. It's a short walk, only a couple of streets separated us. It was on that walk that I passed by the... (more »)

Mr. President: “Good afternoon, gentlemen. You may not know one another—or me, as a matter of fact—but please do not be alarmed. I am the president of the United States. You may not know what the United States is, but frankly it does not... (more »)

“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 »)