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Top Voted Historical Fiction

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#1
Striped Ones in the Shadows
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I died on December 28, 1943 in Nazi Germany. I tell this story from my barren graveyard, where upon innumerable days I lay and ponder meaninglessly about my last hours and things I could never change. My story is quite frank and depressing. I... (more »)
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#2
Where is Home?
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My fingers ran nervously over my dress smoothing out non-existent creases. I was nervous, but who wouldn’t be? I was walking into a whole new world and I wished for my parents to be here with me. They were not here now and they would never be.... (more »)
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Revolutionary War
The drums pounded along with the thumping feet. “Ugh…” Mark groaned sleepily. He opened one eye and rolled over. He stared right into the contorted face of his commander. “Soldier, if you would like to sleep do it at home, not... (more »)
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A wounded Heart
It was 1958, in a little town called Baldwin in Maine, when he, Ben McNawel, proposed to me. “I do… I do!” I proclaimed as he sat on one knee in the restaurant isle. His blue eyes started to gleam with joy, and the light seemed to graze his... (more »)
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Jeremy's Eyes
It was a warm, clear summer night. The fire was warm, and our favorite songs were on the radio. Everyone was in a good mood. You were either dancing or being held by the one you loved. “Lena! Lena, come dance with me!” Mallory had an... (more »)
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Torn Apart
Distance makes the heart grow fonder, at least that’s what they say, but who are they anyways. Have they ever experienced a long distance relationship with all of the struggles and obstacles that must be overcome? Maybe, maybe not. I do love... (more »)
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Tale of Edward Thomson
My name is Edward Thomson. I’m a 29 year old male, living in the sublime colony of Ferguston. My life thus far has been pampered because of my highborn English noble stature, but the pillars of my life are about to crash down all around me.... (more »)
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A Sister's Cruelty
“Sisters! It is time to band together. Too long have we lived in this fear. It is time to prove our strength once and for all. Tomorrow we will attack the Spartans and be rid of them forever. There will be no more attacks after this one.... (more »)
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#9
Johanna
“Michael, Michael wake up we are under attack!” I yelled trying to wake up my bunk buddy. It was December 7th 1941 and I was awakened by the sound of bombs going off. Running out of the building I saw six Japanese aircraft carriers. This... (more »)
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#10
A Day in the Life of a Pioneer
I awoke to the sun rushing through the small window in my loft. I yawned and stretched, almost falling out of my bed that was much too small for me. I got out of bed and walked to the old, wooden chest that contained my clothes. It wasn’t too... (more »)
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#11
The Hunt
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Ipswich, Massachusetts September 18, 1692 Elizabeth and I sat on the floor in front of Grandmother Thelma, listening to her stories. Elizabeth's thin, freckled face was filled with the magic of Thelma's tale. I'd heard it before and,... (more »)
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#12
Free Life
The dream consisted more of sound than anything else. It was a sound I had heard too many times on the plantation, the sound I hated most above all others. I heard it over and over again, knowing what was happening without seeing it. I was trapped... (more »)
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#13
Island 79
The year was 1885, and in March my average life was turned upside down. Pa got offered a high paying job with the postal service out in Oregon. I was only ten at the time we left our home in Cleveland, and started the trek out west by covered... (more »)
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#14
One Last Time
Seeing this wall again brings back numerous memories; some good, some bad, but nothing like now. My muscles quickly tighten and tense as I see my enemy approaching. Their immense numbers are much greater than ours, but our strength equalizes that... (more »)
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#15
The Black Poppy
The pen zoomed across a page so spotted with mud he wondered if it would even be legible. He had time to write another, if, by the time he was done, it looked to be unreadable. Having the time didn’t mean he had the paper. His eyes danced from... (more »)
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Destroyed Morality
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It was a bit after the majestic sun had arisen from its hiding place under the moon, that the fair skinned men came and infected our land. They came in a group of twenty or so with their enormous temples that skimmed the ocean. We approached them... (more »)
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