Sample Post from the History Genre this Month:
Phillip Bell posts in North and South
Ruth Bell was cooking dinner and her youngest child, Louisa, was helping her out. She talked about everything and nothing at the same time. Things that seemed important to a child of eight years old were insignificant to the oldest woman, whose challenge was to have the food ready on time. Ruth barely heard her daughter as she added a pinch of salt to the pot, and steered the stew inside with a spoon. Louisa kept talking, while her mother passed her the plates, so she could set up the table.
Six plates, for six Bells. Elijah, the patriarch of the family, would occupy the head of the table. His wife, Ruth, would sit at the other end. Thomas was the eldest and he would sit at his father's right. On the other side would be Mary. Phillip would sit next to Ruth and in front of him Louisa. Although Phillip and Mary were born in the same day, Elijah had always showed a preference for his daughter. That never bothered Phillip much. Mary constantly depended on Elijah's approval, while her brother could live very well with his father's harsh looks when he said or did something he did not like. It was a good thing because lately anything Phillip said frustrated their father. Because all he could talk about was the war.
Talking about the conflict, like Elijah liked to call it, had been forbidden at the Bell's home. But even during the quiet meals, where the only sounds came from the crackling fire, and the family's hunger mouths, Phillip's head simmered with thoughts about a possible war. What appealed to him the most had nothing to do with patriotic reasons. Neither was the need to prove himself. Phillip was not the sort of men that lived in the shadow of others. Not even Thomas had any sort of authority over him, despite being the oldest sibling. What attracted him about the war was the freedom it would give him. It would be a change in his life, the opportunity to leave home and break free from Elijah's domain.
He was the first to arrive home, right on the moment Louisa placed the last glass on the table. He smiled at his little sister, who grinned back at him. Then he turned to his mother.
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