Historical Fiction Archives

Times Sir?

by Hannah Stiff | Fiction, Funny, Historical Fiction, Literary Fiction

Rain. Driving, pouring, numbing, tiring rain. Rain that did not freshen the heart of flower or tree, for neither were to be seen amid the cobblestoned thoroughfares of the great city. Rain that could not wash away the unconquerable coal dust that affixed itself to every surface, but rather smeared and shifted its sooty patterns, as a finger would play with pastels. Rain that drummed its ceaseless rhythm onto carriage tops, bonnets, and umbrellas that chose to brave the elements on a cold London morning.

Red Like Blood

by Noah J. Matthews | Fiction, Historical Fiction

As the smoke began to rise, Peter leaned on the pitchfork. His expression was cold beneath his massive beard, and the blue in his eyes swirled like an arctic storm. His forehead wrinkled in anger and fear; fear that this war would not save his children. Don’s Bridge ﬂamed, crackling and creaking in the afternoon sun. The ﬁre drowned out the sound of the river, till it was all that Peter could hear.

Echoes of Normandy

by Julie Yang | Fiction, Historical Fiction

All of them stationed at the beach felt it, the tension. It was thin, tight, stretched nearly to the breaking point. But there was no turning back, no fleeing. All they could do was wait.

The Draft in the Walls

by Lucy Grecu | Fiction, Historical Fiction, Horror

But above it all, there was a draft in the walls. It was subtle, like someone breathing down your neck. It wasn’t the sort of draft that could be felt all the time—no, sometimes it just lingered in the air, hanging nearly imperceivable, creeping like watchful eyes that are ever behind you no matter how often you look over your shoulder.

The Dragon Master

by C.K. Slorra | Fantasy, Fiction, Historical Fiction

Sweep, sweep, sweep. At this rate, Sanav would be responsible for sweeping all of Xinyue. Another hour, another dojo to which he owed a week of service for sneaking a look at their classes. By the stars, what was the big deal? He just wanted to peek into that world...

The Horn and The Drum

by E.G. Runyan | Fantasy, Fiction, Historical Fiction

The time had come again and he thought he could not bear it. He struck. They answered. He was the beat of death itself, and they marched to his beat in time with death. He could smell it now, smell the death, as well as hear it. He could smell it in the metallic scent...

Look Alive

by Madison Esshaki | Fiction, Historical Fiction

June 4th, 1857 The sky is crying. So am I. The rain drowns the small blue flower in my hands. I let the petals wash away, one by one. I stare at the brown heap in front of me, praying that my father will jump out from the dirt and hold me safe. He ain’t even...

American Seuel

by Katya Keseman | Fiction, Historical Fiction

August 8, 1850 “Can you get Cecelia? Or Kate?” My younger brother’s voice wobbled through the damp darkness. I sat up, facing the sick bay on the other side of the hold where two lanterns cast wavering flickers of light across the floor. “They’re taking care of Papa,”...

Sonia

by Abby Bales | Fiction, Historical Fiction, Literary Fiction

“For the bread of God is the bread that comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.”“Sir,” they said, “always give us this bread.”John 6.33-34 Sonia. Sonia. My beautiful Sonia. How I loved Sonia. How I miss her. Will you let me tell you about Sonia? Close your...

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