1930 Stories

She was his home. He was her ruin. Fate never gave them a choice. In the fading light of the 1930s British Raj, with steam trains, whispered meetings, and a country on the brink of change, an Indian woman, Iravati Mittal, falls into a mad, irrevocable, insane, passionate forbidden love affair with her childhood British Friend - Adam Hughes. ......... knowing they are doomed, knowing the world will not let them stay. Beauty of Forbidden, unattainable Lovestories; They become unforgettable, immortal *_*

- If you get us killed, Hurley, I will personally haunt you for the rest of your miserable afterlife. - Sweetheart, if we get killed, I'll be too busy buying you a drink in hell to care. Florence Thorne is a New York academic in the year of 1933, who is far more comfortable sorting dusty museum archives than dodging jungle traps. But when her obsessive scientist father vanishes into the uncharted depths of the Congo, Flora has no choice but to swap her ink-stained pens for a pair of field boots. Her rescue mission goes disastrously wrong when she is left stranded in the green wilderness. Lost, desperate, and definitely not dressed for a trek, she bumps into Jack Hurley (for her luck... Or not). Jack is a rugged, charismatic, and entirely reckless Australian outfitter with a smirk that should be classified as a hazard. He is broke, incredibly charming, and hunting down the exact same ancient, glowing relic her father is. She thinks he's a crude, reckless brute who doesn't take a single thing seriously while he thinks she's a rigid, rule-following little scholar who won't survive a week in his shoes. To survive the wilderness, criminals, saboteurs and the secrets of a hidden waterfall, this unlikely duo must work together. Can a sharp-witted nerdy girl and a reckless Aussie survive the jungle... And each other? ✨ PEEK ✨ ✦ 1930s Pulp Adventure Vibes ✦ Opposites Attract / Nerdy Girl x Reckless Guy ✦ Strong, Charismatic Australian Guy (With plenty of dry Aussie humor) ✦ Enemies-to-Lovers & Slow Burn Romance (not that slow tho ;)) ✦ Forced Proximity (Only one tree-canopy bed!) ✦ Moral Gray Villains & Dangerous Ancient Mysteries

One mistake can change your world forever. Building the life you've dreamed of is nothing when it seems lost. 1910, was a terrible year for the people of Joseon, while kids like Jinho only know this way of living. Keeping a journal was his way of recording important things in his life. He took the time to write his important information in a journal, with his father's old pencil. Nothing could change the love Jinho has for the life he builds.

Uilwie (Alvee), a Dutch orphan, struggles through learning the difference between right and wrong. But it's hard when her teacher doesn't know yet either. Mrs. Uphoff, the Mistress of the Dutch orphanage in Flanders, finds herself on an endeavor to teach her orphans how to be a good person. However, she soon realizes that growing up with an alcoholic mother and a secretive dad, maybe she's not the best example.

The strictness of the 1930's convinced Bucky Barnes to credit his feelings for Steve Rogers as just a brotherly love, but he always knew there was something more. •••slow updating•••

James Wilson, an outgoing teenage boy who grew up in the city of San Francisco. He thought about the day when he would meet the love of his life. He never thought of when it would happen, would come to an end so soon.

The first in the series called 'The Fifty' which follows the life of a hundred-year-old fifty dollar bill, 'The Way to St. Louis' follows two young boys in Arkansas in the 1930's in their quest to save up enough money to go to see a big city doctor with the hope of fixing the younger boy's physical ailments. They find an old half dollar while exploring a neighboring farm which is valuable enough for them to sneak off on their first train ride, to St Louis and the hope of restoring the little boy's health.

"It was a hot red and orange summer's day where the green trees melted with the earth and the buildings slumped together in the heat. The kind of day where the children coming home from school would go swimming in the creek, spend their pocket money on ice cream, or a freezy pop. The kind of day when the working men toiled extra slow hoping to still get overtime for the hot day, but they were lucky enough if they got paid at all. The kind of day where the housewives and single women with nothing to do sat inside fanning themselves instead of sitting out where everyone would see them perspire, and that's where Lina was, sitting by the window at her writing desk, trying to figure out what came next in her story."

Briarsville remained a fairly calm, uneventful suburb. The worst that had ever happened was an unfortunate moonshine incident in which some people may or may not have ended up with permanent visual impairments. That is, until a nearly ninety-year-old named Mrs. Tanner is found in her stairwell. And then the local shop owner's wife, Mrs.Harper. Now things aren't quite adding up, which is why the assistance of psychoanalyst Doctor Lance Clairmont, not quite a mind reader but close enough, is imperative. "Jane Harper," I simply stated. That name immediately drew his attention back to me. "Yes, what about her?" I could not help but bristle at his impossibly calm demeanor. The man had nearly toppled over yesterday when he had arrived at the bakery. Why was he so composed today? "If memory serves me correctly, and it has not failed me yet, just last night you ran to me requesting assistance with a case about Mrs Tanner," I noted the way Officer Dowry's shoulders dropped, and his eyes cast down like a sad puppy. "However, I heard Chief Fielding last night on the radio, and he mentioned a certain Jane Harper."

A format where Alan is describing his feelings towards Christopher and how it feels like living without him.

Where Ava rejected Ella when suddenly she woke up in 1940.

"Oh, to be a handsome young navy man in 1930 with curly hair and dirt on my nose on my break from hauling cargo from the shipyard, reading a Little Blue Book titled Homosexual Life that I bought for 5¢, pretending not to notice the banker's son eyeing me in a truly sinful way." -acrowandaboy, Tumblr. I thought that this post was sort of cool so I made a short story out of it. I suppose I could make this a full story if y'all want. Enjoy!

Alot of things are right in Nora Greehills life, but then again. Nora's best friend Jack Finn has returned after being away for ten years. Their both now 18, and soon to go off to College. Will a last summer together bring them closer together, or have their years apart proved a love that wont bloom. This is a classic romance set in 1940's America. With Love, loss, and war. Soon to be re-written, re-edited. and a sequel is coming, once i have finished my privet projects. This is the first serious novel that I've written and finished, but becuase, i didn't think it was good enough i decided not to put this up fro publishing, and after a number of trouble with the computer, the only copy now, is unedited, so i apologise for the horrible spelling and terrible grammar.

Cora knows that certain flowers stand for certain things, including certain types of love, but she doesn't know enough to understand why June decided to ask her out to a dance using violets.

In 1935 a 15,year old girl figures out her mother has dust pneumonia. What will she do now? What will happen to her?(yes I did change her age due to how the story was told)

What if someone was different than they appeared to be? What if that ditzy blonde girl was smarter than she looked, or that quiet girl in the corner really just had something to hide? What if the people that seem to have it all together are actually slowly crumbling? How do different people view the same situation? Through four different teenager’s point’s of view, the true hardships of the Great Depression are cracked wide open as Walter, Elizabeth, Ann and Delores become close through odd happenings, and learn to cope with hard times, and each other. Be sure to check our profile for the complete story told from each character’s point of view.

My chest, always my bloody chest. It was so flat. Why couldn't it be curved? I hated it. It made me feel so uncomfortable. I really was tired of it. It was always the same, when I looked into the mirror. But was it normal to feel that way for man? I am writing this to show how it feels to be born in the wrong body. It truly is a terrible feeling. I had help of one my friends, Cedric, he is transgender (ftm), like me. He helped me with names too. And another friend, Sabine, corrected it after I wrote it. So yeah, thanks a lot.

A fantastic actress is brutally murdered. Detective Horatio Clarke and his police inspector friend have to interrupt their evenings to investigate and discover the flaws of humanity.

"She was already greeting me with a big smile, a smile I knew well and I would never forget. An imperfect one of course, but which glowed with joy and sincerity, a unique smile, because Rose, she was unique." Cover: Nusch Eluard & Sonia Mossé, Paris 1935, picture by Man Ray