Battlefields Past
The sun hangs high over the horizon, casting an oppressive heat upon the men working diligently on the tracks. Amid the laborers stands Caleb, a Civil War veter...
Historical fiction short stories.
The sun hangs high over the horizon, casting an oppressive heat upon the men working diligently on the tracks. Amid the laborers stands Caleb, a Civil War veter...
“Life is work,” Pop often says. It is a mantra he has lived. When I was a kid, Pop would come home after a long day of work at the coal mine, a bott...
Anna’s world is a gentle one, bathed in the colors of the setting sun. The cool wind stirs the long grass of the meadow, causing the willows to whisper so...
I’m Martha, age sixty-two, and still as spry as the Southern summer sun is hot. As I lean over my little wooden porch, the sun gracing my weathered face, ...
November 2nd, 1920. The sun is just beginning to grace the horizon as Rosemary steps onto her porch. The morning air is brisk, a hint of winter’s approach...
The harbor of Cobh, Ireland is awash in sounds. Seagulls screech overhead, their wings flapping like loose sails in the brisk coastal wind. Men yell and childre...
New York City, summer of 1927. The city is a tapestry of energy and vibrancy. And at the heart of the hustle, ten-year-old Tommy is all anticipation and excitem...
The sky wears an endless expanse of blue as I pull the wool shawl tighter around my shoulders, bracing against the cool morning breeze. The sun is barely peekin...
Nestled in the heart of Manhattan, along one of the many cobblestone streets bathed in the flickering glow of gas lamps, is a quaint townhouse, which Martha, a ...
June 18th, 1917 My Dearest Elizabeth, It’s been weeks since I last put pen to paper to bring you news of my life here in Moscow, a time much too long for ...