Here are the top Mythological short stories, fanfiction, poetry, and posts on Commaful, including topics like "historicalfiction", "historical fiction", and more.
The sky is crying; what was once a blue sky turns to a murderous shade of grey. The thunder cracks and echoes through the area, but he does not shake or flinch. While he is surrounded by the hounds of...
When all hope seems lost, and a frightened boy is on the run and backed into a corner, he soon realizes he has to stand up and fight.
(Listen to "Witchcraft" by Pendulum for the full affect of the so...
As she walks through the rigid forest she feels the presence of her kin, she looks around feeling the force grow more nearer. In sight she sees a young familiar person in the distance. She calls out t...
Like ten thousand Christs
we were crucified
on burning crosses made of
cinders, bricks, scorched pillars,
smoldering chimneys
and walls of fallen factories.
The relentless eastern storm bends us to t...
Her heart beats with the utmost tremble, and fear, her feet trailing in the dirt and mud, her heart races like its about to beat out of her chest. Her feet stop while she hides behind one of the many ...
The sky is crying; what was once a blue sky turns to a murderous shade of grey. The thunder cracks and echoes through the area, but he does not shake or flinch. While he is surrounded by the hounds of...
When all hope seems lost, and a frightened boy is on the run and backed into a corner, he soon realizes he has to stand up and fight.
(Listen to "Witchcraft" by Pendulum for the full affect of the so...
As she walks through the rigid forest she feels the presence of her kin, she looks around feeling the force grow more nearer. In sight she sees a young familiar person in the distance. She calls out t...
Like ten thousand Christs
we were crucified
on burning crosses made of
cinders, bricks, scorched pillars,
smoldering chimneys
and walls of fallen factories.
The relentless eastern storm bends us to t...
Her heart beats with the utmost tremble, and fear, her feet trailing in the dirt and mud, her heart races like its about to beat out of her chest. Her feet stop while she hides behind one of the many ...