Historical
The Stowaway
Like anchors, my feet weighed me down. They weren't moving. My brain screamed, but nothing. Kick your feet! Why aren't you kicking your feet? Nothing happened. My body wasn't listening to my brain as I slipped deeper and deeper into the cold abyss of the ocean. What happened?
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Fiction
And Then
The fresh ocean breeze caressed my cheeks and brushed my long curls that hung loosely down my back. I drew in a deep breath letting the cool air settle into the depths of my lungs enjoying the freedom as it washed over me. The sun was high in the sky, the ship was out of the harbour and sailing into the open waters. Looking back I saw the dock shrinking slowly, the people running about beginning to look like ants and the sound of the city fading so all that was left was the rushing of water down below. I decided to find my room and get settled.
By Shealynn Dubrule4 years ago in Fiction
Secrets
I’d known Derek Hastings my entire life, but never truly considered him until this moment. We first met when I was five and he was six, when his family moved into a brownstone just a few houses down from our own. We’d gotten along easily enough and found a mutual love for getting into trouble, whether it was cutting the hair off of his sister’s dolls, pouring ink into my mother’s tea, or hurling dirt clods at carriages as they drove down our street.
By Madeline Stone4 years ago in Fiction
Anchored
“Thank you for agreeing to speak with me,” said the visitor. Charles lit up his cigarette and took a hit. “I am very interested in hearing the story that you told the good Doctor Mason.” Charles, appearing uncomfortable and reserved, readjusted himself in his seat. “I could come back another time. Perhaps after lunch?” Charles sat up and cleared his throat, “I don’t eat much.” “Do you talk much?” asked the visitor. Neville looked around the room to find everything in disturbing order; the bed was crisp, as if it had been untouched, and the shoes and garments were neatly kept. The only evidence of life in the room was a succulent in the window, a completed crossword puzzle from the folded up newspaper, and a steaming ashtray. “People seem to only want to talk about one thing,” he said with disappointment. Neville nodded, took out his voice recorder, and pulled up a chair, “The Titanic, yes? Well,” he paused, “Are you ready to go back?”
By Taimane Mitchell4 years ago in Fiction
Navratil's Boys
For the fourth night in a row, Michel Navratil lay awake on the top berth in his second-class cabin. He was attempting to fall asleep, and the roar of engines served only to stir up the consternation in his mind like some warm sea. He shuffled his body to the side of the wooden railing and yanked the velvety blue blanket under his chin and then over either side of his face, around his fashionable handlebar mustache in a futile attempt to muffle the endless noise.
By Katie Teesdale4 years ago in Fiction
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 (they/he)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
