Stories tagged “civil war”

  • Unconditional Surrender

    There was a reason why we called him “Unconditional Surrender” Grant. Most people tell it like he was some kind of saint, fighting for the safety and security of Old Glory. Anyone tells you that story, they sure as hell weren’t there....

    • Author: Will Hopkins
    • Posted almost 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • To: Peter C. Kincaid, Pike County, Ohio

    Baton Rouge, February the 11th, 1861 Dearest Peter - I do hope this letter finds you in good health. I must apologize for the tardiness of my reply considering the turmoil currently underway here in the South (not to mention my current state of affairs...

    • Author: Empty J
    • Posted over 1 year ago.
  • High orbit, Planet Lerange IV

    Cla-clack The sharp noise of the magazine sliding home echoed of the bullet pocked metal walls. Captain Dennis P Walters sat behind a storage crate in corridor 1A, which lead from Engineering to the Command deck. He was bleeding out from the leg. ̶...

  • Christmas Conditions

    “Hey boy, I’m talking to you.” A nudge accompanied the voice. Dreams of Clara faded into the ugliness of Camp Sumter. A hollow face took shape- Bryan, an enemy but also a friend in misery. He was a confederate soldier who’d take...

  • Bloody Silver and God's Own Smile

    The rains pour tonight harder than I’ve ever felt, as the murky water beads falling from the skies run down the barrel of our guns. Some men try helplessly to scribble their last words into a book , but the rain had other plans. The rain always h...

    • Author: Red
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
  • Cold Day with Sherman

    A mumbled order comes filtering down the ranks, “Fix bayonets. Look lively.” The contradiction stirs but does not embolden. Bayonets are for close fighting, gruesome face to face encounters. We have no choice really; the pans won’t fi...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Princess Vivandier

    He was upon her, his urgency pounded out on her shell, “General Tilth needs you!” “My father?” Viva panicked. Dropping her load of aphid milk, she raced without question. Their scent moved at neuron speed up the line causing bar...