Historical
Before the Rooster Crows
Lorenzo shuddered as blood trickled down the side of his face from a deep gash in his brow. "He’s had enough," Luigi said. The beating stopped. They had him tied to a chair in a cellar where the salted hind legs of pigs hung in rows like trophies. The dry air smelled like meat and salty wounds. "Untie him."
By Tyler Clark (he/they)4 years ago in Fiction
Floating Through Time
It was a cold, snowy day when I had my first time traveling experience. I was sitting in my grandmother’s living room, bored. I had never really believed in magic or any sort of mysteries of the universe. If time traveling were real, it wouldn’t be for many many years, until a scientist created it. I was firm in my beliefs. There were no alternate realities or dimensions, no portals to other places. All we have, all that is important, is the here and the now.
By Devin Anna4 years ago in Fiction
Nightmares
Ollie's rugged wrist twisted clockwise, with her thumb and forefinger clenching tiny cinder blocks in the form of keys. She pushed the front door open. A gentle slam left her caught in the stifling darkness and, for a single moment, a treacherous feeling tight around her neck.
By Andie Emerson4 years ago in Fiction
Doleria
I was just 8years old when I snuck aboard the famous Titanic. I was making my way to the States and this was the closest thing to getting there. My mother became a widow unable to care for me decided to send me off to her kin folks near the bay. I was saddened to leave my mother and extremely nervous about boarding a huge ship like the Titanic. I was a very fair skin child being of French and black origins my mother said I would be able to pass aboard the ship without trouble. We waited early that morning before the ship took off she held my arm and Natasha my doll in the other. I was crying. Doleria! Please don’t cry. She held my two hands kissed my cheek and pointed at a pale face woman standing near the front entrance to the ship. “You see the ticket man taking luggage and items from the passengers?” I nodded. “ Go up to that lady and tell her you were separated from your parents that are already aboard. Hand them this picture and note”. She handed me a picture of my father who was French. She told me that she would occupy me halfway but to not make notice that she was my mother. I rushed up on the ramp. Excuse me sir my father is waiting for me inside. Oh okay little one,you sure are brave to be traveling alone. I looked back in a distant I saw my mother waving to me to hurry on. I started to hurry on Hi sorry to hurry onto aboard the ship when I heard a noise voice familiar voice I turned around to see who was all I heard was little girl little girl around to see with where the voice was coming from. It was my mother I like surprise afternoon any instructions that she had given me she was holding my dog Natasha In order not together away I cause any attention to her I said thank you ma’am and I took the dog that was the last time I saw my mother. The door was locked and the boat was ready to sail. As I walked inside the boat with my luggage and then I can hear the whispers of the individuals As I pass by his child is that? must be one of the workers down below child. I thought I was very fair skin chat I think it was a text to my hair they made me look a bit piculure. All the individuals there a fancy dress and attire umbrellas most of the women Wore lipstick. I’ll take me to the photograph of my phone right hand. I ever wondered what is the story treat of my mother told me my father it passed away Or have you abandon us. Secure the least curly strands of my hair underneath my bonnet. I cannot believe it it was a board the unsinkable titanic. If only my mother could see the grand of this shit the painted walls extraordinaries design. I miss him I like sitting near Boston or ahead over her to women speaking about a wealthy negro that aborted the shit with his mulatto children. It was a sign of relief to know that I was not the black child on this ship. It was a blur outside but inside the ship was warm the light shine bright and the dance floor is crystal clear filled with happiness laughter in music. The ticket that my mother had gotten for me with on the lower deck it was the only one she can afford. I was ready for whatever adventure that awaited on this icy sea.
By Cingram LeCocq4 years ago in Fiction
Rowling's Discovery, or the Titan's Ghost. Runner-Up in Ship of Dreams Challenge.
Jonathan Rowling barely managed to dodge the tail of a huge tuna fish. The poor fish fellow whipped around excitedly as it tried to escape its fate. After the close call, Rowling managed to get a secure grip on the tail and pull the fish further onto the deck.
By Bryan Warrick4 years ago in Fiction
Sailing Close to the Wind
April 9, 1912 “Father, I beg of you. Please do not make me do this.” I followed my father as he paced across the floor of our Southampton accommodations. We had just settled in from the long journey from London. Everything I owned was packed away in luggage and travel trunks, all of which were stacked near the window that overlooked the port. I could see the Titanic looming in the distance.
By Alexis Chanhvandam4 years ago in Fiction
A Titanic Mistake
The champagne is flowing and the twenty-piece band is just getting started in the grand ballroom at the Waldorf-Astoria hotel in New York City. All the celebrities and socialites are in attendance for the event of the century. The familiar clinking of knife on glass brings a hush over the clamor of the dancefloor. Benjamin Guggenheim takes the stage with a microphone and a beaming smile.
By Cody Daniels4 years ago in Fiction
Destination of Dreams
"New land." "New opportunities." "Same old dreams." That is what Peter Duncan had always sought. He was of a very affluent lineage in the United Kingdom and could have ridden the coattails of his family's three-generation's-old banking business. That had never been an aspiration for Peter, fresh out of university and looking for his escape. His family called him a stubborn dreamer; his own friends said that he was unrealistic in his expectations and aspirations for the world around him. Peter was determined that they were wrong; he admitted to being a romantic and, therefore, of romanticizing what his next venture could come up with for him. However, his expectations weren't so "unrealistic" or "simply achievable in dreams" to him. Following in his father's footsteps, after his grandfather's, into the banking industry would have been a simplistic goal; he was determined that there was a new world outside of Europe's borders with any plethora of new opportunities. Furthermore, he was convinced that he was traveling with the one person who seemed to understand him...
By Kent Brindley4 years ago in Fiction
The Swedish Woman
Crying, the passengers held each other close as the ship began to tilt and fill. The lights had long since gone out, and they only had each other to hold onto as they awaited their fate. Somewhere off in the distance, a woman began to sing, voices slowly joining hers in unison. Anna and Jonas held each other tightly, his voice whispering an apology as he brushed her hair with his hand, tears streaming down his face. She thought not of her life as a little girl, nor of her mother’s cooking that she loved, or of the man who sealed her fate on the ship, but of her sweet daughters whom she left behind when they began their journey.
By Paige Ouellette4 years ago in Fiction
