Historical
March of Time
It happened with little fanfare. A small spark and hissing sound followed by a pop, a small waft of smoke and an involuntary blink of the eye. When John opened his eyes again, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. He blinked again, this time of his own volition. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he remained in the unfamiliar place. He smiled. It had worked.
By Sean Elliott4 years ago in Fiction
Should I Stay, Should I Go
'I'm glad you made it' says an unfamiliar voice, Thank you, replies an older gentleman. Dressed in what I may say is early 19 hundreds. I look around to notice others dressed in similar attire. With a couple of exceptions, some were wearing what looked like naval or what crew members of a ship may wear. The other exception was myself. Everyone is in a frenzy, but what is causing this anxiousness or eager behavior.In further investigation I see more couples with children holding what looks like their worldly possessions . Others who are dressed much nicer are accompanied by their help in which they are toting or carrying some really high end luggage.What a motley of different people, I say to myself. Out of nowhere a loud irritating horn, or I should say boat horn blares out, followed by "all aboard" as it echos in my ear, " we set sail at 12:00".What in the world is this ? They seem to be in line waiting to get on this colossal ship. Where am I , this isn't New York, all the different speaking accents lead me to believe this. They were foreign like English and French not Brooklyn or Bronx. Last thing that I can remember I was waiting at the air port for some friends ,who were flying in ,but this was in New York. Nothing seems right, the people, the accents, not to mention even the time. I observe further to try to make sense of all this, when I notice one bone chilling factor, this ship that everyone is eagerly waiting to board, this monster of a vessel isn't just any vacationing or traveling vessel but none other than... Oh God, I also was getting on, God help me "THE TITANIC" ! That unsinkable ship that I had read about at least a hundred times in school. Yes ,that same indestructible vessel or so believed at the time.It was getting ready to go off on that doomed voyage.How can I be here boarding this same ship, was I too going to be part of this tragedy or was the reason me being here is to stop it from happening. Another possibility is maybe I'm dreaming , but I can smell the ocean ,touch the people, they are definately real. Whatever this was just became apparent. I was back in time waiting to board THE TITANIC, a ship whose voyage is the biggest catastrophe on sea of all time. I try to gather my sanity to understand all this, when I hear a ticket taker say " Remember this day you are about to get on the worlds largest crew ship, you will be part of history not only is she the most expensive luxury liner but also unsinkable. This day April 10 1912 the first trip of this luxurious vessel will go down in history. He was half right , It would be the first but it would also be her last. Now more questions filled my head. Why is this happening along with what do I do were just a few, but the main dilema I was tusseling with was how am I going to stop or warn the Captain of the Titanic's fate. Surely he would think I was a kook, especially just in how I was dressed. I was wearing a pair of Levis and a James Cameron t-shirt, oh the irony.I had to find different set of clothing if I was serious about trying to warn the Captain. How could I convince him to take a different route, or warn them about the icebergs, hell even some fucken binoculars to give them would do. As I'm trying to remember more facts about that or this dreadful day I hear a loud thunderous roar come from up above. Whatever it was just through me for a loop. A fog of confusion blankets over me. That sound,, a familiar sound, its an airplane. I was dreaming, it was just a dream I'm back to a familiar time , thank GOD. I'm back in New York September 11 2001. The time is 7:30 I still have time to meet my friends so we can go to the trade center. I can't wait to tell them about the crazy ass dream I just had. Seems like I dodged a bullet...or did she? THE END
By Rose Rosales4 years ago in Fiction
The Singer's lover
'Your hair is beautiful ma'am.' said Emma, brushing through the lengths of black hair before pinning it up on her head in an intricate style. Leotine smiled still brimming with excitement, grabbing Emma's arm, and pulling it towards her. 'Do you think he'll find me the most attractive lady on here? Will you come with me Emma?'
By Bronte Pardeux4 years ago in Fiction
From Cherbourg to Paradis
21 April 1912 My dear Papiere, What sorrow must the news have brought you in the last few days? I'm writing you in preparation for my and the children's return home without our beloved Joseph Phillipe. We started our journey from Cherbourg with such high hopes. My husband, our children, and I. Do you remember how excited we were to finally be on our way to my husband's beloved homeland of Haiti? I can still see Joseph Phillippe running into the cellar exclaiming over the letter he had received that morning from his uncle President Dessalines M. Cincinnatus. Mon Dieu that feels like a lifetime ago. Uncle Dessalines sent the beautifully written letter to inform Joseph Phillippe that he had secured an engineering position for him within his newly formed government. After all of Joseph's struggles to endure in my once beloved country without success. This letter was the lifeline we needed for a prosperous future together.
By Maize Scott4 years ago in Fiction
Titan Aboard. Runner-Up in Ship of Dreams Challenge.
“You black bastard!” Joseph barely heard the curse fire, before he felt the child’s small body slip from his hold. Her head of dark curls slid down towards his chest and her feeble torso, clothed in only an embroidered sleeping gown, fell towards his belly. He caught the girl with an instinctive squeeze of his elbow against his side, which caused her to cry out in pain. The sound was muffled in the folds of his shirt and heavy coat, as he pressed her into him, guarding the shivering child from the fire-eyed stranger who gripped her tight by the ankle.
By Marcus Terrell Smith4 years ago in Fiction
A Birdseye View Of the Sinking of the Titanic
I must admit that I am still so often impressed by the creativity and accomplishments of mankind. I realize that perhaps I shouldn't be. I did create you all from my own image. There are definitely a number of moments that stand out more than others, however. Today is one of those.
By The Mouthy Renegade Writer4 years ago in Fiction
A Final Goodbye
Marjorie and I were inseparable. We went everywhere together, sat together for all our meals and we playmates. We even slept in the same bed. Mama tried very hard to separate us once, insisting I have my own bed, but Marjorie screamed so loud that Papa told Mama to just leave us be.
By Lilly Cooper4 years ago in Fiction
O'Fallon's Curse
As a NASA engineer, Patrick O’ Fallon, III received one of the models the agency had made for the members of the 1985 Challenger team. He sat on the floor by the Christmas tree assembling the miniature shuttle for his son. It had been a stressful year for Patrick and the team. They were behind schedule with the updates for the spacecraft that had already completed nine successful missions, including a spacewalk, and carried the first American female and African American astronauts.
By Mindy Reed4 years ago in Fiction
