1016, North Bay of Durness, Scotland. Village of Lean, North Coast. Eleanor had been finding it more and more difficult to drift to sleep these past few weeks, the lack of rest leaving her almost completely mentally and physically drained. Indeed, the hour now was just past gloaming, yet with the night breathing with its beautiful sway, at one with the wav...
Jess had looked forward to her trip for a long time. Ever since she had heard about the opportunity at a gap year fair she had had her heart set on it. She was currently being driven down the badly maintained track to the tribe's village and both her excitement and nerves were building. The tribe that Jess would be living with had little contact with the ou...
You are a young boy, approaching the awkward age of puberty, but not quite there yet. You live in a small village in the mountains, and your father is a goat herder. You are likely to inherit his profession, as there is not much else you could do in this place. You spend your days playing with the other children of the village and chasing unruly goats around...
(If you enjoy this story please consider leaving a comment saying what it was you liked, or would like to see more of. Feedback really encourages writers to add more threads!) You are Bob, a freelance journalist, scraping a living writing terrible pieces for the worst magazines, tabloids and websites. When you started out you had dreams to making your name b...
Lady Axina The sun had just begun to set when the battle officially ended. Lady Axina Bethasuse reclined in her makeshift chair as her soldiers dragged forth her enemy, Lady Cuela Aheva. Axina smiled and stood. The battle today had been hard fought. Both she and the Aheva cunt had lost many men. Even though males were hardly a valuable commodity, Axina knew...
Sorry about the mix-up before. I hope you like the story. * All the men in the village met in the elder's house. He was an older man, his hair graying at the temples. He walked with a cane and was partially blind. He was not a bad man, but he had a iron will and would follow the traditions of the village at any cost. This evening, the cost could very well...
Quetzalcoatl -- My Story Hola, que tal? Oops sorry, too much time spent south of the border, down Mexico way (is there a song like that?). Hi, I need to talk with you folks. The guy telling the story so far was okay for the historic background, but is (too obviously) a historian, and he leaves out or glosses over the important stuff (the good stuff). And he...
Demetrius was sweating heavily now. Having just turned 18, he and the other young men in his village were subject to the annual lottery. This lottery, held once a year, determined which young man in the village would be the sacrifice to the Goddess Aphrodite that year. All young men aged 18 were subjected to the lottery and there were no exceptions. Diana, h...
The vehicle turned a corner and there it was: still a little in the distance, but close enough to bring the memories – and emotions – flooding back. Her mind took her back to this time last year when she had seen the tribe's village for the first time. All she had known last time was that she was going to spend a month with a tribe who had little contact w...
The Mitri people depicted in this story are fictional, though fraternal polyandry (brothers sharing a wife) is still practised in highland parts of Asia today, particularly Nepal and Tibet, and the practice was probably much more widespread in ancient times. It is a rational cultural response to the problem of subsistence agriculture in mountainous terrain,...