Historical
The Forever of My Dreams
The next day started off like any other day. Mother had scheduled for the servants to help prepare me for the day; fix up my hair, get my dress looking just as perfect as all the other women on the ship, and we must not forget to make sure my boots had the ultimate shine in them.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
The Ship of Dreams (Chapter 2)
Geoffrey was just chuffed to bits for his momentary break between travels. The morning left him feeling rather knackered, to say the least, as he had been required to wake up at the crack of dawn so that he may catch the early boat train destined for Southampton, London. For all intended purposes, he had chanced waking so early to see if he could get his hands on a ticket for an earlier departure ticket.
By Aaron M. Weis4 years ago in Fiction
The Morning After
"Daisy could sleep through the end of the world," my mother always said. And I guess she was right. I used to lament this strange defect of mine. I'd sit up with my older brothers and sister while they sat around the kitchen table, feeling my eyelids grow heavy as they discussed matters well over my head. As they laughed and chuckled and sipped dark tan liquid out of their big glass mugs, I nodded along, pretending I was part of the conversation.
By Bonnie Joy Sludikoff4 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Children
Nobody came looking for us that dreadful night. Nor did they come days after. Weeks, months, who knew how long we were on that island. As good as dead. That's what we were, just a bunch of lost children, whose parents had perished on that chilling night… leaving no one to remember or care where these children had vanished. But we were there; always there… slowly rotting away from that tragedy they called… the titanic.
By Leielle Bocman4 years ago in Fiction
Moonless Night
I walked quietly past a man in overalls and a girl dressed in a more elegant gown than mine; they paid no mind to me as they spit over the vessel's side. The man's saliva was thrown into the ocean, while I imagined the woman's half attempt to follow dribbling down the "T" painted on the ship. I hoped one day, I would be as carefree as they were.
By Marie Kynd 4 years ago in Fiction
Messages in the Dark
Of the many questions that arise about the Titanic's sinking, one of the most haunting is: why didn't anyone get there sooner? Why was there such a delay in getting help? Though there are many answers to these questions, one is the difficulty and time it took to transmit messages to ships via Morse code. A general SOS could not be sent out to the general radio as can be done today. Rather, the Titanic had to send separate distress messages to each ship in the area, costing valuable time that resulted in tragic deaths. The radiomen were actively engaged in the process of translating language back and forth, and the time required to do so (though greatly reduced due to skill and training) was enough to lead to disaster.
By Robin Laurinec4 years ago in Fiction
Forbidden love on Titanic
Walking on to the largest ship in the world was about to change everything for some many people. I never knew how much it would change my life. My family was one of the wealthy ones and my father had bought first class tickets the moment they went on sale in May of 1911. He heard of the largest ship being built and wanted the prestige of being one of the first to sale on the largest ship ever built.
By Michael Noon4 years ago in Fiction
An Unsinkable Love. Top Story - April 2022.
The whole thing was surreal. An hour had passed since Titanic had struck ice, and only the first of the lifeboats were being lowered into the freezing waters below. Shrieks and cries reverberated out into the vast nothingness of the Atlantic Ocean for no one to hear; only to be silenced by the booming crystalline white rockets exploding overhead.
By Aaron M. Weis4 years ago in Fiction
Titanic
My name is Rebecca Thatcher, and I'm twelve years old. I'll be thirteen in July. I live with my mother and father in Manchester, England. Father is a schoolteacher; he's going to America for a sabbatical year of travel and study. One day in April, we rode the train to Southampton to board the RMS Titanic.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Fiction
