Prohibition Stories

"I know your secret," William said nonchalantly as the two walked to John's car. One day John went to the sheriff station. William, his partner, and John have to deal with a citizen and the two co-workers talk.

On March 21st, 1926, a misfit bunch of thrill-seekers venture into the Everglades, hoping to stop a ritual that might bring about the end of civilization. But perhaps their nefarious foes could already be elsewhere? ☼ Runner-Up in the Equinox Adventure contest by Adventure Community (February/March 2016) ☼ Word count: exactly 2000

An au in which now everything in Undertale is during the Prohibition era and follows the characters and their gangs. A lot of this and my inspiration comes from nyublackneko on Tumblr so please go check them out and follow them and like their stuff and all that jazz. Thanks for reading! Undertale and all the characters are owned by Toby Fox As I said before most of this is from Nyublackneko on Tumblr

Hadarah is willing to sacrifice anything to save her people-even her own life. Young, maiden Hadarah of the pre-flood era never paid the price for the death of her twin sister. But when Yahweh withholds His protection from her tribe, allowing man-eating giants called rephaim to wreak havoc on her people and unholy watchers to take maidens of their choosing, Yahweh warns her abba something is accursed...and it must be destroyed. Hadarah is certain that Yahweh never forgave her and that she is the accursed thing her abba must destroy. In an effort to spare him the heartbreak of killing his own daughter and the tribe of further death and ill-fate, she makes a heartrending decision. She must leave her family and everything she's ever known behind forever. Yet when a mysterious and breathtakingly handsome angel comes to her rescue, he resets the course of her path. Tasking himself with becoming her protector and defying the ordinances of the angelic realm, together, in a trilogy series, they embark upon a journey that will test her trust in him and lead them both down a path of self-discovery. (Chapters added weekly)

Vivian Peters finds her self in a heap of interest rates and futuristic debt. In the years after the Stock Market Crash, New York's gang population has grown. It's not long before a certain man pick pockets Vivian's morals and swindles her into his Mob. hello! this is my first time posting on wattpad, and I hope you give my work a chance! I know my synopsis isn't exactly stellar, but I promise my actual book is much better! thank you!

After waking up in New York City during the roaring 20's, modern day Daniel Wood must navigate the prohibitionist world of bootleggers and gangsters, all while trying to find out the reason he was put there, who the man in the red tie is, and how to get back.

Every Greek tragedy needs an Antigone or a Danaë. Every King Lear needs a Cordelia. Boardwalk Empire positioned itself as both a Greecian tragedy and Shakespearean, and yet forgot that key player who binds everyone together. Not a Boardwalk fan? Don't worry. If you like damaged heroes, the 1920s, Mafia stories, or tales of World War I? Knowledge of the show isn't necessary. Clara Thompson, like everyone around her, is learning to cope in a post-World War I reality. The reality includes Prohibition, which her father (a dirty politician) sees as a chance to consolidate wealth and power. Her pseudo-brother Jimmy is physically back in Atlantic City, but his soul still seems elsewhere. After her father banishes Jimmy to Chicago, Clara chases after him and meets Richard Harrow, a young vet whose war damage isn't confined to his face. Meanwhile, her father's machinations put everyone's lives in danger and contribute to changing familial ties.

"New Orleans in 1926 was a place where music welled up from every side street, storefront, park bench, and club. Trumpets quivered, trombones blurted, accordions purred, and bass drums thumped until they were tight enough to burst open and wreck the parade line. It was a place where people went to get loose-lipped on bourbon and sweet and heavy bread pudding, and where dreams went to either take root in that fertile Mississippi River delta or shrivel up like a head hung in some old vodou home. It was a place of magic, sensuality, and risk, where the surface was just as vibrant as the underworld..."

(The artwork is not mine, and all credit goes to the rightful owners. I'm only using it because it's the only artwork of cats within the prohibition era that I can find) In the time of prohibition within America, many of America's citizens rebelled, and illegal bars named Speakeasies begun acquiring and selling bootlegged or traded alcohol. There is a renowned speakeasy, named Felidae, and whilst the owner deals with rivalry, two gangs oppose each other, each wishing to be the one who supplies Felidae with the alcohol it needs. There is violence, mystery, crime...murders. The police are useless, private detectives either wash their paws within the business, or investigate...and even the innocent can become prey. (Inspired by the webcomic 'Lackadaisy.')

It's in our blood, it's in our hearts... can we forgive, it's tearing us apart.

The mysterious widow Claire Darling holds a ball at her estate every year - and you can be sure that something scandalous happens there every time. This is the story of one such scandal that involves a mysterious guest. A short story written for the "A masked Valentine's and a secret" contest run by the Dangerous Love profile.

In progress "I don't love." That's how he warned me. "I ruin. I break. I take. I burn." And God help me, I should have listened. We didn't start sweet. We started like a match against gasoline - fire first, regret later. Hate was easier than admitting what we were. Lust was safer than saying his name felt like a heartbeat. We touched like enemies, breathed like liars, and looked at each other like war. He wasn't gentle. He wasn't safe. But the way he looked at me... the way he claimed me without ever saying the word - that was the most dangerous thing of all. We were never meant to fall. We were meant to destroy. But somewhere between the fighting and the touching, between the cold stares and the whispered "don't leave"... destruction started to feel like devotion. And I learned the truth: Hearts don't break in silence. They shatter in fists, whispers, jealousy, and clenched jaw confessions like, "No one gets to have you but me." He said he didn't love. He lied. And I did too. We're not lovers. We're addiction. We're obsession. We're the kind of story that doesn't end soft - it ends screaming, shaking, craving, and coming back anyway. Because some souls don't meet by chance - they collide to destroy and still refuse to let go.

This is my first poem I would like to share with you all.

How far would you go for love? In 1925 New York City, Will, a well-off yet anti-social restaraunteur, gets the chance of a lifetime to turn his mood around when business mogul Harris steps into his life. Well-versed, handsome, and charismatic beyond belief, Harris is everything Will has ever dreamed about in a man, his fairytale come true. Though when Harris reveals himself to be a real life cold-hearted demon, he shatters Will's dreams of love and romance only to offer him a special deal: survive whatever he throws Will's way, and own his own heart soon after. Easy, right? Knowing the odds are against him, yet desperate, Will agrees, spiraling him into a world of underground wars of love and loss during the height of prohibition.

Through the death and destruction of World War I, a French sea captain made a small fortune. With a heavy conscience, Gustav Lefevre flees war-torn France to start a new life in Haiti. During Prohibition in the U.S., Captain Lefevre and his strange crew amass a second fortune. Bootlegging liquor to American shores was dangerous and lucrative... until alcohol was once again legalized. Now, on the eve of the Second World War, a new opportunity arises; sunken treasures. The shipwrecks of the Frying Pan Shoals (off of North Carolina) are virtually untapped. Approached by an unlikely ally, Captain Lefevre must now dodge U-boats, as well as overly curious yachtsmen, to find the payout of the century. Then, a century's after Captain Lefevre leaves France, a curious coincidence occurs as a major hurricane bears down on Cuba.

Trying to shake off bad habits and improving your life is sometimes near impossible, other times, it's the only way a person's death can start to make any sense. Ed Valenti is stuck in a loop of gambling and drinking, not knowing and not caring what day it is as time passes by, leaving Ed to his state of oblivion. A poker game will change Ed's life forever.

(Humanized Lady and the Tramp Retelling)💫 In the swinging Jazz Age, Lady Jackson leads a privileged life of wealth. But on her eighteenth birthday things begin to change as she's ripped away from her sheltered life. A boy, with a strange name, takes her under his wing and teaches her to survive. They form a connection that transcends all social barriers and leaves them falling for eachother like the stars in the sky.

Written for a Queer writers of America competition with an annoying 5000 word limit I wrote this story and limited myself cutting things as the corrupted mayor and the developing relationship of the two main characters. My goal had been casual representation but now it is to flesh out the two's world. In the 1920's-1930's it was illegal to make wine or any alcohol let alone sell it. These illegal winemakers often sold to the mafia and many underground bars (probably also owned by the mafia). A prohibition officer is sent to a small town of farmers with suspicious access to alcohol and being a pit stop for many in world known mafia members. A corrupted mayor is involved as well as a openly bisexual character.