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Post by Gregory Hewett on Oct 13, 2011 9:13:58 GMT 5.5
Please post your works of historical fictional here.
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Post by vishnu on Oct 13, 2011 12:06:44 GMT 5.5
The man was running at the speed of sound. He was sprinting over the ridges and cracks. He was trying to get as far as he could away from his clan. He had committed a major crime. He had stolen food from the stockpile during winter. He had been caught and now he was trying to flee. He had only some tools and a knife. He was on the Alps, 5,300 years ago. He found a small cave which he searched for any wild animals. There weren’t any so he decided to use it as a makeshift home. He went out to collect firewood, and then he started a fire in the cave. It was the middle of the day, but it was still freezing cold. He left his barley and wheat and went out to hunt deer. He had to hunt fast because as he worked, he knew his clan was searching for him. He set off to go hunt deer on the mountains with just a knife. He knew it would be difficult to hunt deer without a bow and arrow or spear, but he decided to go anyway. After trekking through the mountains for a little while he found a full-grown stag. He knew it would be tough to take down a stag with just a knife, but he needed meat or he might starve. So he charged up to the deer and tried to stab it in a vital spot. He stabbed it, but not in the right spot. He accidentally stabbed it in the thigh so it wouldn’t die immediately. The stag charged at him. He jumped out of the way, but the antler still grazed his left shoulder so it went numb. After that he jumped back up and managed to stab it in the neck so it went down. After he had killed the deer he couldn’t take the whole body with his bad shoulder, so he cut of the legs and part of the abdomen to bring back and eat. It took him a long time to lug himself and the meat back to his cave. He threw himself onto the floor of the cave and tossed the meat into a corner when he got back. He was beyond exhausted after carrying all that meat. He probably would have died of exhaustion if he tried to bring the whole deer. After he had rested he had to make another fire so he could cook the deer. After he finished making the fire, he settled down to eat a nice meal of deer, barley, and wheat. After he got up he heard an attack shout; he knew his clan had found him. He went out to go confront his clan. He took only his knife. He knew there would not be any reasoning in this fight so he didn’t even try to communicate. He was at a disadvantage with his bad arm, but went out to challenge them anyway. The minute he got outside he stabbed the nearest man he could find. But the second he stabbed the man he felt a searing pain on his back, then he fell to the ground, bleeding in boatloads. His clan did a victory shout and left. The man was barely alive. He crawled back to his cave and took some tools to try and stop the bleeding, but as he tried to heal himself he died. A heavy sheet of snow fell on his corpse. 5,300 years after that two hikers were climbing in the same spot that man died. They were looking around when one of them screamed when he/she saw a frozen hand. They called forensic scientists to see if it was murder, but it turned out to be an ancient man. He was turned over to scientists who studied him and his tools. They also called “Iceman” for fun. To this day “Iceman” has showed us a lot about ancient man, but he may even have more secrets to yield.
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Post by ilari on Oct 13, 2011 12:06:46 GMT 5.5
Iceman by; ilari
Bob attacked the slice of deer meat with an eating frenzy, gulped it down with a side of barley and wheat. Now he had eaten and could hunt for food with the clan hunters. He headed for his bow and arrow on the other side of his cramped hut, put on a fur hat, goatskin cloths and a grass cloak. Now he was fully prepared for the hunt. Bob pushed aside one of the sides of the entrance of his hut and stepped out. He could see the pack of hunters already walking up the snowy mountain; he was going to be left behind if he did not hurry now. Bob ran up the steep slope of the mountain, trying to catch up with the other hunters. The wind was starting to blow harder, a storm was brewing up. Bob could see as the other hunters disappeared around a giant ledge in the mountain; Bob started to quicken his pace. After running up the mountain for about ten minutes Bob had to take a rest. He could not see the hunters anywhere now, but he believed they must have been close, so he started off again, jogging through the thick and heavy snow. Bob had been running for a long time now, he had been searching for the other hunters desperately. He needed a rest, again. Then he heard a shout from the right side of the mountain. Bob looked around in hope to find his fellow clan hunters, but instead he saw another clan; the arrowhead clan. The arrowheads were fierce fighters for land, once a young hunter had entered their land and he was pierced by 36 arrows almost immediately. Bob started into a run, looking for a place to hide. He spotted a small cave a little way up the ridge of the mountain, if only he could reach there in time. He looked back to see if he was still being followed, yes he was, a small looking hunter was catching up on him very quickly, while the other group was falling behind. He looked in front and saw a giant boulder in front of him this was just what he needed to diverse the arrowhead clan. He was just going to slip behind the boulder when he felt a piercing pain in his shoulder, he had been hit. He tumbled into a pile of snow. For the next moments Bob was in complete panic unable to move. After a long time he relaxed, still freezing in the ice, all of a sudden everything went warm and he closed his eyes, and never opened them again. 5,300 years later a couple hiking in the Alps noticed that there was a body lying in the ice. They quickly alerted other people and the body was moved away into a lab and was begin investigated. About a week later it is announced that a body of an early hominid was found in the Alps by a hiking couple. The body was preserved by the ice and more about the early humans were discovered. This is the story about Bob the Iceman. (Notice: Bob was not his real name.)
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Post by kate on Oct 13, 2011 12:07:50 GMT 5.5
The Death of Tamar
It was on Monday morning, the day my brother died. It was a really special day for all our tribe members……., well most of them anyway. It was our mean and selfish leader’s birthday. This was a really cool day for most of the tribe members. They got extra food, there was fun and games, it was really cool especially to the kids. The only problem was that to me and my brother, this day was horrible. The main reason why this day was horrible was because we got to see the leader getting everything he wants, well actually he gets everything he wants all the time anyway but today he seemed extra happy. One week before his birthday he put up a sign on his tree saying he wanted as many presents as you could get even if you couldn’t afford them. Then there was a list put up with the things he had to get, the list looked a bit like this
My birthday list: 7 buffalos, a new spear, A child, a new hut, ect. He had no idea we could not afford any of these things, Stupid man!!
At the start of the day the ‘semi-leader’ also known as the ‘half leader’ gave jobs out to people. My brother got the job of hunting the food. His job was to catch a deer before 10.00 am. So my brother got up especially early because he had a special idea in his head that he thought would make the leader very happy. He packed an oat biscuit and some water for himself to get rid of any hunger he might have on the journey. It was quite a long journey to the deer spot about 30 minutes with a flat pathway and 40 minutes with a bumpy one. He set off on his journey at about 5.00 in the morning so he could get there at the right time, exactly when the deer woke up. He walked out of his tribe place and down many bumpy and flat roads with the crisp fresh morning air blowing in his face. After walking for about 30 minutes he came to a clear opening that he knew was where the deer live. He put down his backpack in a place nobody would find and set off down the road to make his leader proud.
He had been walking for about 5 minutes until he spotted a deer. She was just standing their gracefully drinking out of the lake. My brother knew that if he was quiet and careful he could be able to kill the deer carefully. He walked up to a tree until he was about 5 inches away from the deer. While he was standing there for a moment he knew how happy his leader would be when he came back with all this food. Tamar could not wait any longer. He jumped straight out from behind the tree, screamed ahhhhhggggggg, and shot his spear right through the deer’s stomach. He stood there for a minute to make sure the deer was dead. After standing there for a minute and watching blood pouring out of the deer’s stomach, he realized that this was the right time to bring the deer back. He flung the deer over his shoulder causing blood to squirt everywhere and walked back to his backpack. When he got to where his backpack was lying he put the deer on the ground and took some wood from his backpack. Tamar was going to cook all the deer and put it on a huge leaf to bring back to his camp. He made the fire and with his flint knife started cutting all the pink flesh off the deer’s body. After he had taken most of the flesh from the body, he starting putting pieces of it onto a long this piece of wood so he could cook them nicely. It took a while for the deer to cook, and the more Tamar looked at it the more he wanted to eat it. On his third set of deer shreds, he could not resist eating one piece. Just one piece wouldn’t do any harm would it? He stuffed a piece into his mouth and closed his eyes. It was like heaven, the juiciness and chewiness ahhhhh beautiful. Suddenly he heard footsteps; he swallowed his food so fast that he started to choke. He stopped; still, he did not dare to breath. He could hear heavy breath on the back of his head. He turned his now shaking head slowly around. Standing behind him was his semi leader, Garth. He said “I saw you eat that meat, It is forbidden without the permission of our leader. You will die for this.” “NO please, I did not mea…. “ but it was already too late. Garth had shot my brother in the shoulder with his arrow. “Quick” Garth said “Run him up to the mountains and put him under the snow and nobody will ever find him. We will bring his meat and say that we found it, the leader will pleased.” By Kate Coughlan
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Post by joy on Oct 13, 2011 12:09:07 GMT 5.5
The Hunter of the Alps The sun was rising; it was a plain old day. Brownbeard, a hunter or gatherer, woke up and started his usual day routine, hunting. He would always hunt until he catches sufficient food for the day. For example, 5 rabbits, 1 wolf, and 1 big deer. He would also get some barley and wheat. He lived in the Alps in Europe in 1405. He felt guilty these few days because he had stolen some tools, for hunting, from his childhood enemy. He always hated him, his name was John. He always teases him because of his name. He would always tease him that he had a beard when he was young. He could not help the amount of rage he had when he saw him. So one day, he sneaked in his campus and stole his tools; but he knew that John would get deep revenge of him. Unfortunately, everyday he had to be very cautious of what his surroundings are. He also needed more new tools for hunting as his own was getting old and rusted.
He got ready and looked around his surroundings before he went. He hoped that he would be lucky today and find plentiful of food. He headed towards the forest and began his search. After hours of hunting he finally found what he was looking for. He found a big deer, barley, and wheat. He settled down next to a tree and rested before he headed back. He was still prepared if someone appeared suddenly although he was very tired. He soon fell asleep. Squeak! Squeak! The bird squeaked happily. He awoke suddenly staring blankly ahead.
It was getting late already, He started heading home before it got too dark; and then he would have to stay in the forest for the night. He found everything he needed already. When he reached home, he hid in a corner and ate his hard earned dinner. Meanwhile, he also polished the tools that he had stolen until it was spick and span. He just sat there silently until……..
A lot of footprints could be heard. “Where is the thief?” shouted a familiar voice. It was John, Brownbeard would never had a chance to escape he was trapped! Where should I hide? He thought to himself. But it was too late; John and his group of hunters were coming closer and closer. He could hear their voices clearer now but all he could see was a blurry flickering light coming closer and closer too! Suddenly, John let out a huge scream, “I found the thief it is Brownbeard! You shall be punished,” he bellowed. Brownbeard dropped all the tools he had been polishing and tried to find a quick escape route, but he was surrounded with hunters and gatherers. John aimed the spear at Brownbeard but before Brownbeard could say anything…………
He got shot in the shoulder. He felt unconscious and everything looked blurry, he grabbed his arm to stop the pain but he just fainted, he could not stand the pain. After days and years passed his body froze because of the harsh weather conditions. Nobody noticed that he had died until………
A group of scientists discovered his body in deep snow they had to dig quite deep to recover his whole body. They found out that he still had a spear in his shoulder that he got shot in. His body was preserved because of the weather condition. They knew immediately the reason why he died. They discovered a bit more information about how people lived in the past and what happens when there is climate change. They also discovered that, what they eat what they ate or drank. They also nicknamed him the “Iceman”.
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Post by alice on Oct 13, 2011 12:09:32 GMT 5.5
About 3,500 years ago, there was a clan of hunter and gathers, at Alps, Europe. They had to move to mountain because the land they used to live previously was not fertile. There was a hunter that used arrow well, that he can shoot an animal that is more than 100 meters away. So other hunter called him as “Sharpshoot”. One day, the clan was having a hunting festival for celebration of moving to mountain, and Sharpshoot was invited for that festival. He ate deer, barley, and wheat for breakfast of the day when festival takes place. There were other hunters joining the festival, talking about what animal that they are going to catch. The genius arrow shooter, Sharpshoot, the hunting wasn’t that hard. He’s boots and coat protected him from the cold. The boots were made of deerskin, and coat was made of bearskin. He carried an arrowhead made of boar skin. He shot deer, bear, and bison. He was running around the mountain to find more preys. While he chases one prey, he went to the place that didn’t have any hunters. He was just running after a prey, so he didn’t notice it was a land of another clan. Other clan wasn’t having well relationship, so when they found Sharpshoot hanging around in their area, they shoot him with the arrow from the campsite. Sharpshoot fell down with arrow in his arm. Right after that, the snow fall on top of him, that made him nearly invisible. The hunters stepped on top of him without noticing that it was Sharpshoot. Then about 3,500 years passed from his death. He’s bone was slightly revealed by the heavy rain that came before. The people found Sharpshoot’s bone and nicknamed it as Iceman. The well – preserved body of Iceman, also called as Sharpshoot’s bone was a great artifact and clue for studying how people lived in 3,500 years ago, in Alps. Scientists used it as a great clue for learning history.
Alice Park ;D
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Post by hoseong on Oct 13, 2011 12:09:51 GMT 5.5
The Ice Man Swoosh! The old, rusty spear that had hit the deer in its fat leg was thrown by a man called the Ice Man. He soon caught another young and plump deer and carried it heavily on his broad shoulders. He limped horribly towards his clan campsite. He had injured his muscular leg when he tried to catch a young mammoth alone. The fire blazed at the center of the clan campsite. He returned to his cabin. His cabin was small. The diameter was three meters. His short and fat wife welcomed him with her cold face as usual. She was holding a bundle of barley and a bunch of wheat. She sat it down on the floor.
“So what did you catch today?” His wife asked him coldly.
“2 fat deer.” He replied.
“Let’s eat.” His wife said. His wife sat on the damp ground of the cabin and brought some vegetable for flavor from a dark corner of a room. The Ice Man slowly peeled of the skin of the deer and took out the fleshy and boneless meat. He saved the skin to make a coat for himself and his wife. They ate slowly, talking about what is going around the clan. They finished eating and threw out the remains of what they ate for the cave lions.
The Ice Man took off for another hunting which was for the clan master and for the feast coming up. He slowly climbed up the rocky mountains and he saw a big, hairy and muscular deer leaning against another deer. He slowly sneaked up behind it, with his leg paining as usual. As he tried to throw his old spear, the thin snow where he has been standing moved and he fell backwards, his head hitting a round stone. “Thump,” the ice man slammed against the rock and growled in pain. The deer was as surprised as the ice man who had his head slammed against a rock. As the strong leg of the deer tried to stamp him, a hunter came. He tired to shoot the arrow, which unluckily, hit the ice man’s head. The frightened deer ran away as well as the hunter. The Ice Man slowly died with the pain of the arrow and the cold. “Come on, look at this!” A man shouted to his partner. The two brave men who have been in the Alps have found the dead Ice Man, covered in snow after 5300 years he died.
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Post by sigapi on Oct 13, 2011 12:10:35 GMT 5.5
Mr. Bern and Mrs. Bern was a very poor couple. One fine day in 1991, the couple went for a happy hiking trip, in the mountain Alps in Europe. Mr. Bern and Ms. Bern were hiking for hours and yet they were so tired. Mr. Bern suddenly tripped over something and hurt his knee; his knee was not very much hurt. Mrs. Bern wanted to know what Mr. Bern had tripped on so she looked at it for a moment. Soon the couple saw something covered with snow and was curious what it was, it looked like a fossil covered with snow. So they dug it up carefully to see what it was; it looked like a mammal. And to their Surprise it was something out of the moon; it was a frozen-man! Mr. Bern was overjoyed that he almost tripped and fell again. Mr. Bern was overjoyed because they were going to be rich people, if they gave the frozen body to a scientist’s team. The couple went down the big mountain of Alps as fast as they could. As soon as they reached, they called the scientists team and showed them what they had discovered. Scientists couldn’t believe their eyes. The next second there were video cameras and cameras all around the couple. The people wanted to know how they found it, and the couple had to explain the whole story again. The couples got a big amount of money for giving it to the scientist’s team and now are very happy people. Scientists nicknamed the man “Iceman’’ These are something’s scientists discovered about the Iceman, that his last meal contained, wheat, barley, and dear. There was also an arrow right on his shoulder. They also studied the ancient-looking tools that were near the Iceman. And now they have evidence that this man lived around 5300 years ago in the mountain Alps, Europe. They preserved the Iceman’s body safely in the cold.
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Post by keshav on Oct 13, 2011 12:12:08 GMT 5.5
One of the alps’ hunters defiantly there were only a few but he was quite signifent . Moooty monji the hunter lived 5,300 years ago. Every one called him Motmonj though. Motmonj was on his hunt. He had seen deer but couldn’t catch one. Suddenly he felt something behind him. He whirled around to see a fantastically huge deer. He thought for a while. Motmonj figured it was slow and if he attacked him suddenly he would most likely catch it. Soon he was creeping up on the deer. He went low and slow like a lion. Motmonj was getting close. Motmonj he raised his spear throw the spear with such he almost sprained it, but it hit his mark. The huge deer lay dead. Now he needed to find barley and wheat for his meat. It was his lucky day because when he peered over a bush there was barley and wheat. He just started his meal when he felt something behind him. Motmonj turned around and gazed, there was nothing there. When he turned around he saw the hunter with the deer in his hand. Motmonj shouted,” Hey you that’s my deer”. “I just found it on the ground, ”said the other hunter. “Let’s fight winner takes all.” The hunters fought. Most of the arrows each of them threw missed, but Motmonj got one arrow right on the other hunter’s forearm . Still the hunter fought hard. The other hunter shot a lot of arrows strait at Motmonj. The other hunter had got Motmonj. He felt a surge of pain. He was dying. Soon Motmonj was dead . Motmonj was left there till winter. When winter came he got covered with a sheet of ice. 5,300 years later two people found him
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Post by nicole on Oct 13, 2011 12:15:59 GMT 5.5
Heavy feet trudged on in the depths of the white flakes. The snow this year came down in a blizzard where it was found the next day in dense clumps. The feet were bare and blue and the owner of the pair plunged the spear into the deer. In his pockets, handfuls of herbs were seen projecting out and in his hands were a knife and a spear. Werie Trou was a young man in his 20s but already forming mass clumps of facial hair. Everything about this man was disheveled including his eyes with colours that vary at his mood, the weather or just the sun. He wore a leather jacket that his clan had made for him and he was in charge of the hunting of deer in his clan. Although, sometimes, on the way to the hunting area, he still grabbed some herbs because there was a sickness spreading throughout the main clans. “Hey! You there with the beard!” a voice echoed through the mountains, “that was my game that you hunted” a slender face popped up and came directly in front of his knees. Werie was not intimidated by her because she was merely in her younger ages where you know she doesn’t know a lot about the world and adults made fun of her. Her hair was brunette and her eyes were unusually blue. “That was my game!” “Isn’t that cute? A little girl wanting her way.” “I’m not a little girl!” “There is no way a girl as cute as you would want to hunt wouldn’t there?” “Why is that?” “Because you’re a girl that belongs with the other women to feed us men.” “You’ll regret this conversation.” She relaxed her knuckles which were turning white and briskly walked away. He thought this was cute again and began grinning from ear to ear as he made his way to his cave. His cave was not the best in his clan. Its walls were dull from rubbing chalk out and carcasses scrambled to every corner. He shifts a few skeletons and started feasting on his catch. As he took the last bite, he remembers that girl that tried to threaten him but failed. He smirked as he realized the age difference between the both of them and how he thought he was far more superior. He wanted to look for that girl again, he hadn’t had this much fun in a long time. He slung his spear over his shoulders and exited the massive hole of the entrance. He looked around trying to spot something to actually do but all he could see was the white turning into grey. All was so dull in this world. He thought. I wish th- His internal monologue halted as an arrow plunged into his abdomen. He ripped it out along with the flesh of his stomach, revealing his intestines then looked desperately for his attacker. The wave of brunette hair was obviously not visible by him and the voice whispered to herself, “That’s for killing my parents, Werie Trou.” Her blue eyes pierced through his body as she drew another arrow and aimed it at his arm that he held his spear with on that cold night when her parents tried to fight back but failed. “Hey! Look over here! Another animal and its huge!” a gatherer from the Saki clan exclaimed over to his partner. “Wait! That’s…” he realized pointing to Werie’s body, “That’s our leader!” When Werie’s body was brought back, men and women wept not knowing the horrible crimes he had done in the past for his own greed. They actually held a proper burial for him which they don’t do often, cried out to the gods and left him there for many years to come.
5,300 Years Later
The couple was not even at the middle of the mountain but was already panting and wheezing. They were middle aged so you couldn’t blame them, and besides, one party didn’t even want to be here. “Why did we want to go hiking all over the Alps again?” the male retorted. “I already told you, it’s good for bonding!” “We could bond in the comfort of the cabin in front of-“ The male stopped for he had felt a different texture from his hiking stick, it wasn’t crunching and soft anymore, it was as hard as a rock. More interested in this than hiking, he began to dig up the snow when he discovered a skull. He was furiously digging the rest of the skeleton when his wife came down to see what’s wrong. They didn’t know at that moment that they would make the discovery of the day, but they did know that they would name him, the Iceman.
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