Tag Archives: Historical Fiction

01 Fade

Fade   April 13, 1925 I am quiet, and they are quiet beside me. I gaze silently at the gravestone, discolored by weather and age. The words are hardly decipherable, but I don’t need to read them. They are etched … Continue reading

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What They Won’t Say

What They Won’t Say “Write if you please. Sincerely, Jonathan.” She stared at the crumpled piece of paper that had arrived in the water-logged envelope. His messy writing stared back at her. The stationary and envelope must have both soaked … Continue reading

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The First Snow

The First Snow “I don’t think I ever bin this cold in my whole life,” the man mumbled through chattering teeth. He sat huddled in the dirt while around them snow fell. He pulled tighter his coat and tried to … Continue reading

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Andover

July 1693 Stepping into the summer’s bright light was like waking from a nightmare.  The heavy weariness, the lingering foreboding, but the feeling, the knowing, that it was over.  I blinked, lifted a hand to my brow, and shielded my … Continue reading

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This Was The End

This Was The End 1914 It was a strange feeling—to look upon a loved one and watch as he slowly and painfully slipped away. A hopeless, empty, tight feeling. A feeling she would hate to remember but could never forget. … Continue reading

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Beaufort

Beaufort The Yankees invaded Beaufort in December of 1861. We watched the battle at Fort Macon from our front porch, saw our flag fall. And then we watched the bluebellies march down our own street with their drums and fifes … Continue reading

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Dead

Think: Sunshine. Summer Day. White Corolla. Driving. — Yep, that’s when I wrote this. Dead October 1918 I wore black. I wore black and I could feel it. It seeped into my skin, was absorbed by my heart and dripped … Continue reading

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