Historical
The Tragic Tale of Jedfrey Mulligan. Content Warning.
Jedfrey Mulligan stood 6’8’’ in his stocking feet and weighed a good 280 pounds on a good day. Once he won a race at the county fair, running a quarter mile - it was a horse race. The county fair discontinued the eating contests, as did each of the towns all around, because he could outeat anyone within 250 miles. He could lay a man out flat with one swing from his mighty left fist and perform a hundred-fifty pull-ups with his right arm. He could lift a wagon and change the wheel and axle without aid, and once lifted his neighbor's ox and carried it home, over two miles away.
By Mother Combs11 days ago in Fiction
Milk of the Earth
The mahogany trees in Sierra Leone cracked under the worrying sun. Joseph trekked, kicking up dirt with porous sandals. His newborn daughter, Hawa, was cradled against his bare chest, suckling at his nipple. Wincing, he fixed a woven, white cloth over her head.
By Paul Aaron Domenick11 days ago in Fiction
Fire in the Dark
Storytelling began before there was even a word for “story.” Back when the world was still lit by fire and fear, people lived in small circles of light. The nights were longer than they are now, or at least they felt that way. Wind crept through branches like whispers, animals called to each other in voices humans did not yet understand, and the darkness beyond the fire was full of questions.
By Oluremi Adeoye 12 days ago in Fiction
Weather It's A War
Sitting outside, pondering global thoughts, Medford Leeds observed the tranquil lake’s pleasant qualities, remembering why he hunkered down, inhabiting a neighboring cabin. Only a few miles down the road, the city where everything started still braved all the growing natural, unfolding elements, encompassing its historical significance, despite the signature cracked bell, retired during an enthusiastic successful victory battle screaming moment celebration.
By Marc OBrien13 days ago in Fiction
American Uk Air Base a BurtonWood
Burtonwood and the Girls They Left Behind (My Story & Poem) RAF Burtonwood sat just outside Warrington, flat land stretching wide, with long concrete runways and massive hangars that seemed to swallow clouds. Opened in 1940, it was built for the war effort, but everything changed when the Americans arrived. By the mid-1940s, Burtonwood had become the largest U.S. air base in Europe, home to more than 18,000 American servicemen, bustling with the roar of engines and the endless hum of planes coming and going.
By George’s Girl 2026 14 days ago in Fiction
The Boston-Davos Five
The Boston-Davos Five (that's what the five of us call our little mini, unfunded, unofficial think tank) started meeting once a year after Davos. You know, the international conference on the environment. We were there three years ago, all of us grad students then, and we promised we would work together to make a difference. We aren't idealists, at least not completely. Pete's the most pragmatic, and also the quietest, V-necked sweater, glasses as thick as Coke bottles. He's a biology postdoc at MI-fricking-T.
By Paul A. Merkley15 days ago in Fiction
