Historical

Safe Travels
Marcie looked out through the cracks of the crate she found herself in, breath coming in short pants. Her fingers were numb from the cold, the cargo bay a cool temperature to keep the extra food good, but she waited for a chance to leave her safe haven. The people around the crates were finishing the last of the cargo count and left, the lights turning off overhead and leaving only a deafening silence.
By Alexandra Maldonado4 years ago in Fiction
710. Top Story - April 2022.
My grandma had an obsession with two numbers. 7 and 10. Her alarm clock was set a 7:10 am. She didn't wake up at this time, but that was the default time on her alarm.
By Gal Mux4 years ago in Fiction
Harbinger of Nightmares. Runner-Up in Ship of Dreams Challenge.
Disclaimer: This story is inspired by and based off real life events and people, however real names, character traits and backstories are not used. The accuracy of the characters is entirely focused on their courage.
By Karissa E.L. Cuff4 years ago in Fiction
Almost Down
When I was eight, I saw the red and blue lights zooming past me. I froze in place, unsure of whether or not to continue. My mother’s carriage had tugged me a little. She didn’t realize I had stopped in my tracks.
By KB4 years ago in Fiction
Seal Hunter
I had been rotting in prison for 15 years. I surrendered to the authorities myself. Nobody arrested me. Damn that iceberg! Damn that sinking of the Titanic! Damn that fateful night! Damn my fate!
By Gal Mux4 years ago in Fiction
5 Days!
The old woman at the dock " I give you 5 days! 5 days!" The old woman shrieked. The people around the dock looked around in horror. Mouths agape.
By Gal Mux4 years ago in Fiction
Standing Ovation
This creature of a man is useless I tell you. I gave him a simple job and he stumbles and trips around his own bootstraps. I simply want him to bring the two crates to my room gently and not let it release a single sound from within. Elegantly lifting up the frills of my newly gifted dress I escort him down the long sunlit hall to the desired destination, my room. I am Marcia Vellum-Ovickstein and I am the sister to the bestfriend of a designer aboard this ship. I’ve arrived aboard for a show and plan on being the best show so that this ship will be known for it. My name shall thrive through history the same way I thrive through my different personality.
By Daveen Éveline 4 years ago in Fiction
Teddy and The Titanic
My first clue that something was wrong was the screeching sound of metal tearing. Then the screams. That was 40 minutes ago. There was no doubt about it now. The ship was going to sink.
By Casper Tales4 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the only Black man from the Titanic
My anger and frustration knows no bounds as I watch, I am helpless, unable to move. My loving family is drifting slowly away from me. My wife is now left alone to struggle with our two daughters in this dangerous and unpredictably catastrophic nightmare of a night. They said you were unsinkable.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
The Loyal Minister
Title: The Loyal Minister Synopsis: After a mysterious confession is given at a Colonial Boston church, it’s hard to say what the patriots have planned next. Can the minister do what it takes to change the course of history?
By Shelby Rider4 years ago in Fiction
She rode for Freedom
She put the horse in a gallop, usually rode at a slow trot, but this morning she felt a sense of freedom. A smile finally crept onto her face. No facade just the real her. The happy free woman. And yes after last night she was free. She had cried at the time, but this morning all the sorrow had faded.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
Titanic: The Titanic’s Legacy to Historical Fiction
What is it about the sinking of the sea liner RMS Titanic on the evening of April 14, 1912, that has caught the creative mind of writers, perusers, and movie producers? What is it about the tales of the travelers who made due and the people who didn't that proceeds to charm and entrance? Was it that the destiny of the travelers on the Titanic was a lottery, one wherein the chances were vigorously stacked for the richest travelers? Or on the other hand, is it that the occasion was so emotional? Surely from the journalists' and the producers' viewpoint, the sinking is loaded with open doors for activity.
By MICHEAL4 years ago in Fiction