Histroicalfiction Stories

During WWII in France, a river becomes the only place where two teenagers feel real. She still has school, and he might be forced to go to war. What will happen if he is forced to leave? Will things ever feel the same for either of them again? A short story of hope, fear, helplessness, and longing for a life they could only imagine.

Adeline didn't mean to travel back in time. She was always warned that one snail turn of the music box and the whole world could change. She though Grandmother had been joking. However, she has a different thought as a 1990s sixteen year old in 1775 Colonial America. Her only hope is to find fellow Timekeepers and get back home without struggle and trouble. But she's headstrong, loud and a bit unhinged Adeline. There's always accidental struggle, and contagious trouble.

Basically what it sounds like. Ideas I have for things I might write.

With SnK/AoT but they are like countryhumans so they have their own flag, bc they are islands that countries claimed to be theirs. I will do a ww3 so put your charcters in the description and they could end up in this one as well \-w-/

Daisy Eliza Mulkey is a girl from 1867 in a small town with few friends. She has 5 children and believes her life is terrible... little does she know, it will only get worse. *NOTE* THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING AND PUBLISHING A STORY. THIS STORY IS UNEDITED AND UNFINISHED.

"A sacrifice must be payed Nextlaoalli, even if the debt owed is life itself" he whispered in my ear so vehemently I couldn't decide if his harsh words assaulting my ears was worse than being forced to gaze upon her bloated face. Skin so blue, I thought, the warm light emitting from the candles did nothing to lie about the fact. I stumbled forward, out of his grasp. Blindly searching for anything but the truth.

Desdemona Smith is apart of one of the wealthiest families in New York. Determined to keep their family fortune, Desdemona is forced to marry a loyalist, James William to keep her fortune intact, All went well until one eventful night that broke Desdemona's insanity into pieces making her do something that could get her imprisoned or even killed! Trying to keep her daughter safe Desdemona is determined to cover up any evidence that leads to her husband's killer before anyone gets suspicious.

Rhode White has left Roanoke Island. And Mr. Charlingston the "mysterious neighbor" has been doing some strange things that made Roanoke Island strange and frightening. What does Mr. Charlingston do? What will happen to the fate of Roanoke Island?

"I want to be your Greek tradegy" Y/N L/N has always been lonely and never enjoyed her life, but that changed after a magical poem transports her into what seems like a dream. It transports her 200 years in the past to meet a certain family. This family is the Hamiltons and in time she grows to care for them, especially the eldest son Philip Hamilton, working as a maid. Will she ever get back to the future before its too late? What was the reason the Poem brought her to that time? Perhaps she was brought to change not only her but a person's life. Find out!

Sand, Blood, and Letters is a haunting, intimate war story about love, faith, and survival in the most unforgiving place on earth. Set during the Iraq War, the novel follows Gabriel Bennett, an American soldier stationed in the desert, where every day is a balance between duty and death. Amid mortar fire, convoy missions, and the constant weight of loss, Gabriel holds onto one fragile lifeline: the letters he writes to the woman he loves back home. Each word becomes a prayer, a confession, and a promise-something pure in a world stained by sand and blood. As the violence around him escalates and the men beside him begin to crack under the strain, Gabriel's letters become more than messages. They are a record of his soul-his fear, his faith in God, his longing for home, and the quiet hope that love might still exist beyond the war. Between moments of terror and the dark humor soldiers use to survive, he pours everything he is into ink and paper, desperate to leave something behind that is more than a body in a uniform. But when one devastating day threatens to silence his voice forever, the letters take on a new meaning. They become a bridge between life and death, a testament to love that refuses to be erased by war, and a reminder that even in the bleakest places, God still hears the cries written between the lines. This is not just a story about a soldier. It is a story about what we leave behind, who we fight for, and how love can survive even when everything else is burning.

Paris in autumn has a particular quality of light - generous and unhurried, the kind that makes ordinary things look like they were always meant to be beautiful. Annabelle Ashworth arrives in October of 1873 with her composure intact and her expectations carefully managed. She is the second daughter of a respectable English family - warm, capable, loved by everyone who knows her - and she has spent nineteen years becoming very good at taking up exactly the right amount of space. Not too much. Never too much. Crown Prince Francis is not what she expected. This is the first problem. The second is that he notices her in the particular way of someone who is not going to stop noticing. He is patient about it. He shows up at her door with a book and a bad excuse and comes back on Thursday and learns the real laugh and the folding habit and all the true things she says when she forgets to be careful - and she finds, slowly and then completely, that she has let him in. What grows between them is not a grand thing. It is a quiet thing. Tuesday evenings, lamplight, and honest conversations in the dark. The most real thing either of them has ever had.