Historical
The Small Sinking Boat
Deminic and Starella Claudia left home in Britain for an adventure to America. Deminic invited his baby sister Mezzy Mae and her new husband Amer Tonic to join in the experience. They all boarded a very tiny boat with a plan to travel for a bit. Some added creations made the boat more suitable to fit them all comfortably. Deminic was a builder and loved creating new things. His wife Starella could stitch or sew anything together better than anyone. Deminic used four smaller boats to develop a bigger boat to carry them all. At each end of the ship, he created a secured room for each couple to sleep. Starella made the blankets along with warmer clothing.
By Shelly Bartley4 years ago in Fiction
HEARTS' ARE MEANT TO BE BROKEN
"Marge! Where are my socks?" He shouts. "In the box, dear, with your other clothes." "No, Oh, never mind, I found them. The last thing I need is trench foot." She shouts, "When does the boat leave?" He answers, "In about an hour." She says, "You know that gives us a little more time." He laughs and says, "No, I'm exhausted." He adds, "What will you do while I'm gone?" "Mary Ethal wants to take me to the country with her family for two weeks. She has promised it will be relaxing." He laughs and grabs her waist and kisses her cheek softly. She slips something into his pocket.
By Jeff Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Fleeing from France . Top Story - April 2022.
"The reality was that an iceberg was not the true culprit of Juliette’s heartbreak." Her senses were overwhelmed, her eyes trying to cut through the darkness. Her ears pierced by the sound of panic and destruction, her nose filled with the smell of smoke, the taste of salt water lingered on her tongue. Her hands cold and wet, Juliette clung to her two small daughters, shielding them from the ice cold wind and waves, in a lifeboat that didn’t seem sturdy enough to make the voyage, to land, wherever land was. Her tears froze at the peaks of her cheeks, not only traumatized by the unforeseen crash, but the mere fact that she was now alone. Two children under the age of 4 years old and one fighting to thrive in her womb and her husband lost among the wreckage.
By R.A. Moseley4 years ago in Fiction
The Offering
Nights the band played the same ragtime tunes but the dead danced differently on land. By the light of the fire, the women's hair floated translucent as they dipped and spun across the library. The men were equally languid, their black coattails fluttering behind them as their arms windmilled and their legs kicked out in slow motion. Sometimes one of the third-class passengers broke into an Irish jig and everyone joined in, whirling and clapping until Ismay got so dizzy he nearly passed out.
By Lori Lamothe4 years ago in Fiction
One Way to New York City, Please!
This story is based on the real lives of Annie McGowan and Fredrick Barrett, survivors of the Titanic. On the 2nd April 1912, the Titanic left Belfast and headed for Southampton. Unbeknownst to the crew and her creators, a small coal fire had been burning in the coal bunker of Boiler Room six for almost two weeks.
By Rosie J. Sargent4 years ago in Fiction
A Father’s Shadow and Its Deep Dark Depths
April 10, 1912 It is today that my hand is forced in taking a calculated risk. Father does not understand my neurosis, in fact, he abhors it at best. He claims that mother has coddled me, as I always was a sickly child. He believes that if I had spent more time outdoors in those earlier years that it would have served my health far better. He is as firm and fervent on that today as he was then; hence, his insistence on this venture. Along with his alleged claims of the fresh sea air doing my lungs some good, he also insists that as a young businessman I must learn the value of risk and reward. The potential for building connections and networking on this cruise is of utmost importance. The who’s who of businessmen will be on this ship’s historical maiden voyage. No sane or respectable man should refuse such an opportunity. However, this necessitates I do something I’ve feared for a long time; board a ship. I have done the best I can to mitigate various scenarios and put my mind at ease; despite this, my mind knows no such feeling.
By E.L. Martin4 years ago in Fiction
Tempting The Beastly Woodsman.
Chapter 1 Tempting The Beastly Woodsman 1872 Winter Bellshire America I t was a cold morning in Bellshire village. Autumn’s crisp air carried the scent that said winter was just around the corner. There was nary a soul around other than one young woman. Who stepped out of her home and headed to the edge of the supposedly haunted woods.
By Nalana Phillips4 years ago in Fiction
