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It started as a rough piece of metal, and some wood scraps. As the sweat and tears of the blacksmith fell slowly on to the metal, it began to take shape. A master blacksmith from northern England, he loved warm places. He had
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The ships had sailed, there was no way off of the long beach side on the coast of Normandy, the heat stuck mercilessly, making the men swea
by Asonine
700 words, 11 comments,
on Mar 10 5:32 AM. In Action, Blood, Contest, English, French, Gore, Historical fiction, Th century, War
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A small look into the past. Dedicated in memory of all Holocaust victims, both living and dead.
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Running through the woods, trying to find her way home, what will happen to Susan on her short midnight stroll?
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Three friends that try to escape from the Nazis.
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My first short story - about a Medieval French bartender.
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I know what your thinking, number one, no I am not going to kill you; number two, yes I am a ghost; and number three, no I do not have a me
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Anthony gazed out into the sea of trees from his perch on Fort Boswell. Earlier that morning he was drinking his morning coffee when he noticed a piece of parchment nailed onto the door.1
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It tends to be real hot round these parts this time a year. Here in Atlanta, Georgia we have some of the hottest summers ‘round and the sun beats down apon a kid like me with no mercy. You can try and escape it but it’ll find
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"Why are you interested in time travel, and what makes you think I, of all people, should know anything about it?"
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All things must end to start again.
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A cold biting wind blew past her as the freezing snow nipped at her bare heels. The frigid air was hardly suitable for a short, five minut
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Riley has always played it safe, but inside she just wants to join her friend in protesting against black segregation.
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1 / OK, i know it doesn't seem like it now (at all) but this is a story about world war 2. 2 / Chapter One 3 / “Your dad is gonna ki
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"Anna you are at an age where you should know what is happening. Your father has been...well, kidnapped.”
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Favorite Author: I can't decide between, Edgar Allen Poe, Stephen King, Christopher Pike1 / Favorite Band: Well my favorite singer is SARAH
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Extremely short object inspired blurb... I was really into these a while back, and maybe I should write more of them? Maybe with more detai
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the man looked up,the sun baking the desert that would one day become the american southwest. the sky was a deep blue,not a cloud in the sky. in the distance,he saw a single line of black smoke,a camp of strange men with whit
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1 / James Gagiikwe © 20072 / Part I: The Telegrapher’s Tale3 / If’n it weren’t for this carn-sarned war in Europe I’d be getting’ ready
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John and I were sitting on our usual patrol placement, smoking and talking about the war that was going on as we usually do. We sat there
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Maria loved Dresden. It was one of Germany's most beautiful cities full of history and grace. It was a peaceful city in a country growing in tension with the pride of nationalism reaching explosive heights. Ther
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Men of Glory / “Everyone check your weapons!” / “Locked and loaded sir! / “Alpha squad, 101st Airborne infantry ready!” / “Gate dropping! Go! Go! Go! / The gate to the front of the U-Boat d
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Cast: / / Mucius Scaevola / / Lucrecia / / Titus / / Mucius' father / / Beggar / / Scene 1 / / Scene begins as a young man, Gaius Mucius Scaevola, walks intently across the stage. Another young man, Titus, enters callin
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-Prelude: The Tribe-1 / They ran in all directions, screeching like falcons, leaping like dogs; great commotion swelled within the many huts and fire pits. The men wore bearskins with hair that w
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“I’m deeply sorry,” he said in French, “But we could not find her. She is dead.”
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An aging woman remembers the last horrifying moments of Constantinople.
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On vantage points on either side were the opposing generals on hills where they could view the sight of the coming battle.
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