Historical
The Unsinkable Ethos: A Titanic Tale of Survival and Guilt
It was a cold, dark night in April as the Titanic set sail from Southampton, England. On board, a diverse group of passengers ranging from wealthy industrialists to poor emigrants seeking a new life in America. Among them was a young man named Ethan, who was returning home after studying abroad in Europe.
By James Green3 years ago in Fiction
"Escape from the Ghostly Apparition"
The Ghost of the Abandoned House It was a hot and sticky summer night when three teenagers, Jake, Emily, and Ryan, decided to explore the abandoned house on the edge of town. They had heard rumors of strange noises and ghostly apparitions in the dilapidated old house, but they didn't believe in such nonsense.
By Ajith kumar3 years ago in Fiction
The Princess on Welfare
Thursday, January 15, 1987 It was Thursday, the best day of the week, Kathy's day to play therapist. Her pace was light and brisk as she maneuvered through the winding corridors, past elderly in wheelchairs and others with walkers, and those strong enough to walk gripping the railing to keep their balance. One old lady in particular, the oldest of the old, caught Kathy's eye and raised her spirits. Lettie, short for Leticia, meaning "happiness" or "joy," was ninety-nine years young. She was one of Kathy's patients, the one who above all the rest made her feel her work had meaning.
By Richard Seltzer3 years ago in Fiction
Helpless
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. For the longest time, the curtains were closed, but they were gone now. Many things were gone; The flowers by her bed, the steady string of nurses, including her favorite, JoMei, even the flower dresses from her closet—though she wouldn’t be needing those much longer anyway. The only things that didn’t change, the constants in her life, was the tick ... beep, tick ... beep, from the white machine next to her and, now, the window.
By Alex Moliski3 years ago in Fiction
In the House of the Wasp. Runner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. There wasn’t a room, of course. At least she didn’t think so. Her vision was just temporarily framed like that – she imagined it was akin to horse blinders.
By Zack Graham3 years ago in Fiction
Good Judgment
“Who are you and what are you doing here? You aren’t on my calendar. Who let you through the door?” “What door?” He laughed. “That door. The double bronze door, handcrafted in Florence in the Renaissance. Get out of here immediately, or I’ll push the button.”
By Richard Seltzer3 years ago in Fiction
