Historical Fiction is a very popular genre and these stories can take place at any point in history. Some authors stick to the exact events from history and others take some liberties, but historical accuracies are a major part of this genre.
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- Passion Ignited
Screech. The cell door was yanked open causing Faye’s heart to jump. Orange light flooded the room; her eyes watered and smarted but her weak arms couldn’t rise to rub the burn. She averted her gaze to a dim corner as tears warmed her cheeks. Her heart rushed blood through her ears causing them to ring. Shackles clunked to the ground as the lead chain was unlocked. Rusted cuffs pressed into her wrists as a man jerked her out of the cell. She shuffled irregularly down the dim corridor, dragging her feet while allowing the weight of the iron to - We Will Not Stay BrokenAugust 7, 1860 Fire reflected off the black window. It was two hours before midnight and five children sat near the hearth, cookies in hand but with only a few bites taken. To the right of them, seated in a rocking chair, was their maid. An African woman in her late thirties who, until a few moments ago, had captivated them with stories. The room adjoining had fallen deathly silent, disconcerting from the previous moaning and screaming they’d heard. In response, they too had ceased their chatter. The eldest, a boy about sixteen, stood and inched toward the door. The
- Breakfast at Hattus
The full book Ephron Son of Zohar is available free as ebook on all online retailers but here is Chapter One to whet your appetite. Breakfast at Hattus “Wake up, Ephron. There won’t be anything left if you don’t hurry.” A female voice penetrated Ephron’s groggy consciousness as he rolled over. “We didn’t get anything hunting yesterday,” said Ephron. “I’d rather sleep than eat yesterday’s stew. Nothing but vegetables.” He didn’t move until … “Ow! What was that for?” This time he opened his eyes and looked through the darkness. One of his sisters had just poked him. He wasn’t - Send a White Rose
Shattered by an assassin’s attack, Bart Durant’s got no stomach to face a mail order mistake. New Mexico federal judge Bart Durant can solve everyone’s problems but his own. Left to die and forced to depend on others for the smallest things, he prepares to step down and step away from a woman who crossed the country just to meet him. He never considers that she’ll wait as long as it takes to prove him wrong about that unfortunate first impression. That is, unless there’s more than one assassin, and more at stake than anyone suspects. Leah Masters waits patiently - Most Fortunate of Men
Cairnsford was so small, and it lay so close to the borderlands, that any day its people expected to see the enemy army march into the dusty town square. Squire Duncan’s daughter Jael could not help being nervous as she drove her pigs to the village well. Not that the people lacked faith in their army. Why, on the outskirts of town sprawled the great stone mansion of General Caleb himself. But bitter hostilities with Lochbourne had continued on for ten years now. It seemed the best of generals could not win this war. Many men and boys from the - Bad News
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- Bad NewsAlright, I have bad new. 🙁 If you’re seeing this, then there aren’t enough stories in the genre you want to check out! I know, it’s sad. But, there’s good news. What is it? YOU can write a story! Yes, you! Everyone has a story in them. No, we might not be the best at first, but we’re humans and we’re made to learn. Made to adapt. Made to create. If I was able to convince you, then please be sure to check out the page Write With Us and start going through the stories you’ve already written! 😀
- Breakfast at HattusThe full book Ephron Son of Zohar is available free as ebook on all online retailers but here is Chapter One to whet your appetite. Breakfast at Hattus “Wake up, Ephron. There won’t be anything left if you don’t hurry.” A female voice penetrated Ephron’s groggy consciousness as he rolled over. “We didn’t get anything hunting yesterday,” said Ephron. “I’d rather sleep than eat yesterday’s stew. Nothing but vegetables.” He didn’t move until … “Ow! What was that for?” This time he opened his eyes and looked through the darkness. One of his sisters had just poked him. He wasn’t
- Most Fortunate of MenCairnsford was so small, and it lay so close to the borderlands, that any day its people expected to see the enemy army march into the dusty town square. Squire Duncan’s daughter Jael could not help being nervous as she drove her pigs to the village well. Not that the people lacked faith in their army. Why, on the outskirts of town sprawled the great stone mansion of General Caleb himself. But bitter hostilities with Lochbourne had continued on for ten years now. It seemed the best of generals could not win this war. Many men and boys from the
- Passion IgnitedScreech. The cell door was yanked open causing Faye’s heart to jump. Orange light flooded the room; her eyes watered and smarted but her weak arms couldn’t rise to rub the burn. She averted her gaze to a dim corner as tears warmed her cheeks. Her heart rushed blood through her ears causing them to ring. Shackles clunked to the ground as the lead chain was unlocked. Rusted cuffs pressed into her wrists as a man jerked her out of the cell. She shuffled irregularly down the dim corridor, dragging her feet while allowing the weight of the iron to
- Send a White RoseShattered by an assassin’s attack, Bart Durant’s got no stomach to face a mail order mistake. New Mexico federal judge Bart Durant can solve everyone’s problems but his own. Left to die and forced to depend on others for the smallest things, he prepares to step down and step away from a woman who crossed the country just to meet him. He never considers that she’ll wait as long as it takes to prove him wrong about that unfortunate first impression. That is, unless there’s more than one assassin, and more at stake than anyone suspects. Leah Masters waits patiently
- We Will Not Stay BrokenAugust 7, 1860 Fire reflected off the black window. It was two hours before midnight and five children sat near the hearth, cookies in hand but with only a few bites taken. To the right of them, seated in a rocking chair, was their maid. An African woman in her late thirties who, until a few moments ago, had captivated them with stories. The room adjoining had fallen deathly silent, disconcerting from the previous moaning and screaming they’d heard. In response, they too had ceased their chatter. The eldest, a boy about sixteen, stood and inched toward the door. The