Historical
That's Deep
I think I knew it was going to happen as soon as I bought the tickets. There was something about the story in the paper, something tragic about the excitement, the enthusiasm, the unbridled optimism. It called to me like a siren, and before I knew it, I was spending three months' worth of wages on a ticket for myself. I had been saving up for a ring for my girl, but admittedly I wasn't actually excited to marry her. It was just something to do, maybe something that would break up the growing monotony of life.
By Camille Ora-Nicole5 years ago in Fiction
Stop the Sinking
by: Dennis R. Humphreys His name was Spencer Bulova. People knew him as Spence his entire life. I knew him as Pappy. He was my grandfather. His wife, Grandma Liz died when he was in his forties and he never remarried. He ended up moving in with us when he was seventy because he wouldn't take care of himself, not that was incapable, but he seemed to have issues... guilt issues where he seemed to be practicing some kind of self-flagellation for something he had done in the past. I would sit with him in the evenings and he would tell me stories... some were fictional some were real, about his life growing up. I preferred sitting and listening to him rather than television, my smart phone, or playing electronic games. I guess it was the way it stirred my imagination. Games and the like came and went. The stories he imparted kept me thinking long after going to bed until I fell asleep. As an adult, I still think of those stories. That's why when people have asked me over the years what was the highlight of my life... I told them it was when I was younger, at the end of the day.
By Dennis Humphreys5 years ago in Fiction
Nearer my God to thee
From the Journal of William Johnson The Atlantic Ocean April 14, 1912 8:30 pm Ship’s Time My journey on the Titanic so far was a pleasant one, and the past four days have been some of the best I ever had. I should have kept a journal of those four days, but maybe when we touch land, I will try to recall the highlights of those four days. Although two of them were spent with the most beautiful woman I have ever met; I know her only as Lorraine.
By Timothy E Jones5 years ago in Fiction
A Concealed Truth
Everyone called it " The Ship of Dreams". The Titanic was the cynosure to everyone's eyes since the day it was completed, and it was deemed to be unsinkable because of its foundations and the way it was constructed. As you may well know, that turned out to be the biggest irony and mystery of the year. Even after a century and a decade, people still seem to believe that the Titanic went down because it hit an iceberg. As the only living survivor left to tell the tale, it is my duty after a long one hundred and twenty nine years alive to expose the truth before my time comes.
By Nour Farah5 years ago in Fiction
Why the Titanic
Jenny approached the modern ship with timid steps. In her mind it did not look unsinkable. It looked like a jail for a five year old. They were about to walk through the only entrance and exit. Her mother had brushed Jenny's hair until jenny's head hurt, and inspected Jenny's look numerous times. Now walking onto the boat Jenny couldn't help but wonder why the fuss over their appearance. None of her school friends were here, in fact she didn't even see anybody around her age. She looked down at her patent leather shoes. These shoes always forecast an upcoming bad event. She couldn't help wondering who the show was for. She shrunk in her body as they entered the ship.
By Antoinette L Brey5 years ago in Fiction
