Leielle Bocman
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The Titanic's Thief
Willow sauntered across the deck of the magnificent titanic. Her dark soil hair was flying with the wind. The moonlight reflected on her long black cloak creating an illusion of shadows. She had spent every last penny, pulled every last straw to get her on the Titanic and she expected nothing less than to get every single penny back. This was a gold rush thriving with rich people who were too busy sipping tea and stuffing their faces to feel a small smooth hand find there way into their pockets.
By Leielle Bocman4 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Children
Nobody came looking for us that dreadful night. Nor did they come days after. Weeks, months, who knew how long we were on that island. As good as dead. That's what we were, just a bunch of lost children, whose parents had perished on that chilling night… leaving no one to remember or care where these children had vanished. But we were there; always there… slowly rotting away from that tragedy they called… the titanic.
By Leielle Bocman4 years ago in Fiction
