Historical

Ride of my Life
Dedicated to my grandmother Philomena, who was always a lover of the Titanic and the survivor's tales. When they say once in a lifetime, typically, you don’t pass it up. I honestly wish I had. There isn’t much in my life that I can say that about, but this part of my life. Yes. There isn’t a thing that I wouldn’t go back and change. I’d slap my younger self if I could. Why did I ever think it was a good idea? I was a stupid kid for sure, but what choice did I have? Oh, there were choices, but I hadn’t looked hard enough. I saw the enormous opportunity and the freedom and that’s all I needed. Nothing could have gone wrong. I had listened to the adults, and that was my biggest mistake in the end. I always hated listening to them before, so why had I chosen that time to listen? Because, Nina, you’re a stupid dolt of a girl who wanted to get away from your family and marriage. Yes, this all boils down to me fleeing away because I didn’t want to get married to the guy my father thought was the best fit for me. So I jumped on the first ship out of the country. That ship being the ship of dreams. Or nightmares depending on when you’ve read this.
By Bunny 4 years ago in Fiction
A Concealed Truth
Everyone called it " The Ship of Dreams". The Titanic was the cynosure to everyone's eyes since the day it was completed, and it was deemed to be unsinkable because of its foundations and the way it was constructed. As you may well know, that turned out to be the biggest irony and mystery of the year. Even after a century and a decade, people still seem to believe that the Titanic went down because it hit an iceberg. As the only living survivor left to tell the tale, it is my duty after a long one hundred and twenty nine years alive to expose the truth before my time comes.
By Nour Farah4 years ago in Fiction
Why the Titanic
Jenny approached the modern ship with timid steps. In her mind it did not look unsinkable. It looked like a jail for a five year old. They were about to walk through the only entrance and exit. Her mother had brushed Jenny's hair until jenny's head hurt, and inspected Jenny's look numerous times. Now walking onto the boat Jenny couldn't help but wonder why the fuss over their appearance. None of her school friends were here, in fact she didn't even see anybody around her age. She looked down at her patent leather shoes. These shoes always forecast an upcoming bad event. She couldn't help wondering who the show was for. She shrunk in her body as they entered the ship.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
Porcelain. Runner-Up in Ship of Dreams Challenge.
I quite like to think about where I was before my home on the ocean floor. I belonged to someone who loved me, I helped her to drift off to nice dreams and kept her good company. I was going to travel all around with her, and we would see all sorts of things. It didn't quite happen that way...I spent what seemed like eternities amongst sand and shell, and my dear friend went across the sea.
By Josey Pickering4 years ago in Fiction
Unseen
To whomever finds this note. I can take it no longer. No matter how I try, what I’ve seen can’t be unseen, and the weight of it has triumphed. By my own hand, you will find my lifeless body nearby – by rope, by bullet, I know not how I will do it, I only know that it will be done.
By Lloyd Farley4 years ago in Fiction
A Maiden's Dream
It was a boat of dreams. All the socially importent members of society were waiting to proceed onto the ship. Sara was excited. She would not be relaxing on the deck or listening to modern jazz while sipping her coffee. She would be working her way to New York. She had already been on the boat for the past three hours. The stair rails now shined, the grand hall looked perfect. She knew that the guests would be able to see their reflections in the glow of the silver and china. Sara was expecting this to be her most exacting waitressing, and cleaning job yet. She stood by the boat entrance as the high society passengers entered. Sara knew the role, she smiled and stood still like an obedient servant.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
Time Traveler's Blues
July 27, 2018 Miami, Florida “Hey Jake! Are you going to come inside and watch the Mars landing or what? Neil deGrasse Tyson is about to take his first step on the surface.”
By Aime Wichtendahl4 years ago in Fiction
The Song of Sora
“Rose darlin, I have good news!” Tecla shouted as she came in the door and placed her parcels on the antique entry way table.
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Fiction
A Fiction Writer’s Guide to History: Part II
Every story needs a setting. Whether your novel is set in the present day or in some made-up world, you need to choose a time and place for it to take place. If you’re writing historical fiction, you’ll need to be even more specific. You’ll need to know not just what year it is, but what year it is relative to our own timeline. Every period has its own unique set of events, politics, cultural attitudes, and technological advances that will affect your story.
By Talia Meadows4 years ago in Fiction
The Guidestones Of Georgia: The Hidden Symbology Of One Of The Most Sinister Monuments In The World And Its Ten Terrible Commandments
Who placed the Georgia Guidestones? What is written on the Georgia Guidestones? What do the 10 messages of Georgia's guide stones mean?
By Rocio Becerra4 years ago in Fiction
All Disheveled Wandering Stars
“If our cream were any more fresh,” Katherine Ó Corra snapped, “it would still be grass.” She wielded a coffeepot like a weapon, poised to strike. The glare she trained upon her impertinent customer, an older gent, who must have been a regular at Mulryan’s Café, seemed intended to close off further inquiries. It lacked the force necessary to accomplish this, if said aging customer’s glowering countenance, enhanced by his shock of white hair and ruddy face, offered any clues. Oh, no mistake about it — she warmed up his cup of coffee, neither side was able to surrender the spirited debate, nor would they have enjoyed doing so, a lone American customer mused at the next table.
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
Hunger Knows None of That
Alice had put the other Land Girls to shame with the way she worked. Two weeks in, she could harvest a field in twice the time it took girls who’d been here six months. She cut through wheat with the same poise and intensity she used to coerce long buttery notes from her fiddle; the golden cords bowing at every deft stroke. That she would trip over her own instrument? None of us could believe it.
By Amy Demien4 years ago in Fiction