Historical
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
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
