Trafficville ~ USA: players and played

Trafficville posits a world - a game space - of shifting possibilities; an ambiguous merging of real and not-real. A series of questions, really: Who is played and who is player? Who is in control: of themselves, of others, of place and time? Should someone be in control? Who accepts the blame should things go wrong? Is … Continue reading Trafficville ~ USA: players and played →

A wee bit more from Trafficville…

Part II - Release Beta release - you're playing Chapter ~ A Sort of Good Day It was a Saturday morning and Norman Mene rode his bicycle past Mr Verdure’s greengrocery. It was exactly the sort of bicycle you’d expect a nerd to have, right down to it being a girl’s bike with a basket set atop … Continue reading A wee bit more from Trafficville… →

Teaching a unit with historical fiction

Ancient Egypt tells a tale https://stephenjkimber.atavist.com/ancientegypthistory … Above is a link to a little unit of work I created to teach ancient history using historical narrative; specifically a short story called Little Hatshepsut. The story is available, along with 32 other stories (and brief historical notes on each story) via Amazon in the book hiSTORY, by Stephen Kimber. … Continue reading Teaching a unit with historical fiction →

Domain… ahh

Interesting (now that I think about it) that websites can live in one's own domain; with all the royal prerogatives that that implies. This may explain my kingly mood in now owning my own domain at http://historynarratives.com/

The immigrant’s love song

2014 He had long, long fingers; suited, I decided, to playing classical piano. They danced a little nervously across his forehead, playing with a long curling tendril… Bah, what was I thinking… Get a grip, Rani Silva. It’s Tuesday 10:15 a.m. and you’re in a modern history tutorial supposedly learning about how changes to migration … Continue reading The immigrant’s love song →

Little Hatshepsut

Like a miracle, a light rain had drifted in from the sea. The sea was a long, long way off and Ahmes looked at it as if it was strange emissary from Hapy[1]. Rain was rare in her world. Little pock marks on the river below her. It looked pretty but she still thought the … Continue reading Little Hatshepsut →

Carrying fire

It's bitterly cold and we are in trouble. Snow falls from the sky; not hard, it's soft and almost floating. It should be lovely and when we had our fire it was good to sit in the cave and watch it. Then we had terrible luck. Tree, who carried the coals near the end of … Continue reading Carrying fire →

A free story (for Year 7) from my History Short Story Book

ANCIENT GREECE: The Other Runner (The story) A little cloud of dust and a hubbub, boys calling to each other, the unmistakeable sounds of a school yard brawl. Diemeter wandered across, not so fast that the boys would notice him and call it off… And thus, a slight figure amongst older boys he’d hoped would … Continue reading A free story (for Year 7) from my History Short Story Book →