Historical
The Ship of Dreams: Chapter 6
Geoffrey paced back and forth throughout his spacious cabin as he scavenged the room for his life vest. Simple task it was, proved difficult with Geoffrey working against himself as he tore the room apart in his search. The outer world reflects one’s inner self, at least that is how the saying goes, and Geoffrey’s room was no exception.
By Aaron M. Weis4 years ago in Fiction
If You See Eva
April 18, 1912 - New York, NY As Margaret aged, she secretly suspected that her life had a purpose larger than working front desk reception at The American Seaman’s Friends Society Sailor’s Home, but the feeling came and went. Now nearing 30 and unmarried, she spent less of her time improving the social and moral welfare of seamen received through Manhattan’s West Side Piers, and more time thinking about herself.
By Kalina Isoline4 years ago in Fiction
The Ship of Dreams
Heralding his one and only three-piece suit, Geoffrey sat alone in the Titanic dining hall at a table that was tucked away in the corner just by the exit. He had chosen the table because it gave him a birds-eye vantage point of the whole vast chamber while allowing him to note the individuals that came and went through the gigantic giant French double doors beside him. At the same time, he did so because it provided him with a sense of security with his back being turned to the rest of the room with so little space between in and the wall behind him.
By Aaron M. Weis4 years ago in Fiction
The Ship of Dreams
Titanic was being hailed as the millionaire floating palace and it did not take long for Geoffrey to see why. There was a part of him that longed to have a run-in with Thomas Andrews, the grand designer of the ship to shake his hand personally for his testimony of sheer ingenuity.
By Aaron M. Weis4 years ago in Fiction
In The Lifeboat
This is for the Vocal "Ship of Dreams" Challenge on the 110th Anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic. That’s why I am freezing to death, clinging to what’s left of a table because I cannot really swim, and hoping that I can forget the cold as I watch the Titanic slowly slipping into the watery oblivion of the Atlantic after the iceberg hit. I was even more scared when the first funnel collapsed but it didn’t hit the sea near me, but I am so frightened.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Fiction





