Historical Stories

What if every choice you ever made carried a weight you could never escape? One decision, one ripple, one domino — and the world begins to unravel. In a story where science feels like magic and fate bends under the weight of consequence, the prologue opens not with answers, but with the first tremors of catastrophe. Something ancient stirs, a secret awakens, and the chain of events has already begun.

The frontier knows her as a lady of quiet charm and sky-bright eyes. What it doesn’t know is the steel beneath her smile. When Mia Lang rides a stagecoach across bandit country, fate—and the Barton brothers—put her courage to the test. In a land where kindness is scarce and survival costs blood, one woman learns that even the softest voice can command fear.

A revolutionary experience in the days of May '68.

Historical short story in a risque style about wayward nuns and a character stolen from Sherwood Forest.

Re-examining an old folk-song.

It's supposed to be a poem, but it isn't really. It's a silly rhyme. Rude though. Hope you like it.

This story is dark, sad, and grim. But you know the saying about action and reaction. It's only fair to say that some of you will NOT like this. 'As he released himself deep inside me, spraying his seed hot and desperately within my body, I clenched him tightly, scratched my fingers across the back of his neck, and shuddered, nay, shook helplessly with release, screaming and crushing him hard against the wall.'

The coming of age ritual of the Ravenclaw tribe on the Colombia River was for a high chief or god to initiate four-teen-year-old candidates to be warrior scouts and then to turn them over to a warrior for training and seeding for four years. Ravenclaw's high chief sends out a search party to find a dark god to initiate his son, Pony Boy. They come back with the studly black slave, Jonas.

My dear father was much too old to have married again, but, on the other hand,.

Fourteen-year-old Stephan swims like a fish and looks like a Michelangelo statue as he plays in the sea off the Lido di Venezia beach in Venice in 1924. As he stretches and dries off on the sand, he is ogled by expatriate American banker Jeremy Biddle, German doctor Reinhard Gleason, English patrician Sir Clarence Hailley, and French priest Father Franz. Each of the men aches in want for the boy and each of them has him--but at a price.