GREAT WAR 1898: TWA CHAPTER 31The Oriental Not So ExpressGREAT WAR 1898: TWA CHAPTER 312 days ago in Historical More Like This
General Alexander Fok had spent the earlier part of the war in the far eastern region of the Russian Empire. He had also served in Manchuria and eventually Korea, where he commanded the Sixth Siberian Rifles. So far, the Russo-American army had fought the Japanese to a stand still just south of the Yalu River. With the presence of the American fleet at Port Arthur, the British were having a hard time providing the Japanese army with everything they needed on the peninsula. It limited the size and scope of Japanese operations and, as such, they never could build up a large enough presence to overwhelm Entente Forces.
Back in St Petersburg, Emperor Nicholas did not quite see the American Navy as the principle author of victory in Korea. He did not seem to even understand that what had been achieved there was not even a victory, but rather, just one more stalemate. No matter the military situation, the stalemate was all that was required to allow c
PoloBy AgawaerPolo1 day ago in Historical More Like This
Venice, Italy 1324
It was a warm day in Venice, and at first glance it seemed a day like any other. Shopkeepers and merchants hawked their wares on street corners and beneath colorful awnings, wagons and horses rattled and clopped down the narrow stone streets, and the harbor a forest of masts and sails from a thousand ships. The air rang with the keening cries of seabirds, the stink of garbage and sewage, and the barking of dogs both feral and domesticated.
And on this unremarkable day and perfectly ordinary-looking day, an old man lay dying in his bed.
At first glance, he seemed like any other old man: wrinkled skin, white hair, gnarled fingers.
There was absolutely nothing about him to suggest that this elderly, sickly, and frail creature had become a legend in his own lifetime as the greatest explorer of the age.
His name was Marco Polo, and his life had been so remarkable, so extraordinary, that the stories of his travels beggared belief even during his own lifet
EcclesiasticalJack Porter, you would say an ordinary teenager, crossing the street toEcclesiastical1 day ago in Historical More Like This
Approach the museum of natural history to write an article about the congregation of Jesus namely its link to the Catholic Church. Jack worked for the Today Newspaper, the most competitive newspaper in the making, and had his own column. He was moderately famous for his work but he had moved recently from Kansas to New York due to an incident which made him notorious in Kansas.
As he entered the museum through the rotating door and inched towards the reformation section he was stunned at what he saw next....
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The Tale of Bailey BahadurHe sighed deeply and reached for the door. Thinking better of it, the seemingly unremarkable gentleman stopped and withdrew his hand. Around him, the streets were entirely devoid of color or expression and only the birds from unseen perches provided any thought of natural life. A mishmash of architectural styles collided in the weathered and graying facades of London’s Silvertown, and the smoke of a thousand exhaust pipes whispered as he pondered what his life had become. He could leave now; could have left long ago, so why didn’t he? He stood there for a long while, feeling the wintry London wind on his face. It wasn’t always this way he thought, remembering back to a different time. A time when he was a military man and an officer: a warrior and a gentleman. He reached down in to his pockets where he thumbed his ruined epaulette and service revolver, it could get dangerous around this part of London’s factory district and he had never quite kicked the habit ofThe Tale of Bailey Bahadur3 days ago in Historical More Like This
Zane's Story: First Kiss 1786Soon we were sitting in the dimly lit parlor of Aaliyah’s bordello, surrounded by the musk of expensive perfumes and the stink of wine. I was on my third glass already and my head was spinning but I tried not to let it show. Between the four girls they had consumed three bottles of the finest French imported Cabernet Sauvignon and a rather potent bottle of bourbon that had felt like acid dripping down my throat when they suggested I try some.Zane's Story: First Kiss 17862 days ago in Historical More Like This
Keegan seemed fine after his second glass of wine and two fingers of bourbon. He had always had a much higher tolerance for alcohol than me; he said it was an Irish thing. I glanced over at the Beauchamp sisters, I couldn’t remember their first names, and saw them giggling like school girls whispering things in each other’s ears. My eyes fell and I saw the redhead’s porcelain hand resting comfortably on her sister’s thigh. It was a funny thing to see a woman’s thigh, usually th