Historical
Hello, I am the oldest daughter of the only black person known to have been on the Titanic
PREFACE THE PONDERING OF UNANSWERED QUESTIONS. Being Jamaican by birth, and identifying with African-American culture, the first question that popped into my mind on seeing this challenge, was, "Were there any black people on the Titanic"?
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
History of the titanic ship
In this post, we will talk about the historical ship Titanic. The Titanic Ship was the largest and most luxurious ship of its time. It was said about the Titanic ship that it could never sink. The craftsmen who built it used to call the Titanic a strong ship, but this strong and luxurious ship sank into the sea, and many people died due to sinking.
By Bhagirath Vala4 years ago in Fiction
The Voice of Titanic
I was supposed to be unsinkable. I was so excited and ready to go! I had been eagerly anticipating my maiden voyage for months now. But now everything was ready. All things were in place. My interior was luxury itself, opulent and divine. The grand central staircase and finely chiseled clock at the center of the landing was my crowning glory. Or maybe it was my huge steamer smokestacks. Or, perhaps, the beautiful china waiting to serve my many passengers. My decks were large, my engine room primed, and my crew was a fine one. I was especially proud of my captain, Edward Smith. He boasted quite a marvelous beard and mustache. Yes, I had much to be proud of. I was unsinkable.
By Summers Rose4 years ago in Fiction
That's Deep
I think I knew it was going to happen as soon as I bought the tickets. There was something about the story in the paper, something tragic about the excitement, the enthusiasm, the unbridled optimism. It called to me like a siren, and before I knew it, I was spending three months' worth of wages on a ticket for myself. I had been saving up for a ring for my girl, but admittedly I wasn't actually excited to marry her. It was just something to do, maybe something that would break up the growing monotony of life.
By Camille Ora-Nicole4 years ago in Fiction
Stop the Sinking
by: Dennis R. Humphreys His name was Spencer Bulova. People knew him as Spence his entire life. I knew him as Pappy. He was my grandfather. His wife, Grandma Liz died when he was in his forties and he never remarried. He ended up moving in with us when he was seventy because he wouldn't take care of himself, not that was incapable, but he seemed to have issues... guilt issues where he seemed to be practicing some kind of self-flagellation for something he had done in the past. I would sit with him in the evenings and he would tell me stories... some were fictional some were real, about his life growing up. I preferred sitting and listening to him rather than television, my smart phone, or playing electronic games. I guess it was the way it stirred my imagination. Games and the like came and went. The stories he imparted kept me thinking long after going to bed until I fell asleep. As an adult, I still think of those stories. That's why when people have asked me over the years what was the highlight of my life... I told them it was when I was younger, at the end of the day.
By Dennis Humphreys4 years ago in Fiction
Nearer my God to thee
From the Journal of William Johnson The Atlantic Ocean April 14, 1912 8:30 pm Ship’s Time My journey on the Titanic so far was a pleasant one, and the past four days have been some of the best I ever had. I should have kept a journal of those four days, but maybe when we touch land, I will try to recall the highlights of those four days. Although two of them were spent with the most beautiful woman I have ever met; I know her only as Lorraine.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Fiction
