Historical
A Metanoia Summer
Have you ever felt as if you had another life somewhere out in the universe? Not just any life, but a better one than you already have. I’ve always thought my grandmother had one. She used to tell me stories about the times she spent on the Titanic ship. That was before its tragedy of course. My Abuela mentioned that the summer of 1912 was a life-changing moment for her. I never knew why, until my family had a gathering one late night around spring.
By Sorelle.Maia4 years ago in Fiction
Curse of the Dancer
The mystery's of life never unfold so delicately, now do they? I aboard this ship with hopes to meet someone to change my atmosphere. I never would've guessed I'd die within a mere few days of my voyage of bliss. However, I did meet this person whom changed my entire life with little conversation. I board this grand ship named The Titanic and adventured from event to event held aboard. The view was so lovely and the sea was quite a sight to witness. It's a vast blue that reached beyond my sight and seemed never ending.
By Daveen Éveline 4 years ago in Fiction
Safe Travels
Marcie looked out through the cracks of the crate she found herself in, breath coming in short pants. Her fingers were numb from the cold, the cargo bay a cool temperature to keep the extra food good, but she waited for a chance to leave her safe haven. The people around the crates were finishing the last of the cargo count and left, the lights turning off overhead and leaving only a deafening silence.
By Alexandra Maldonado4 years ago in Fiction
Harbinger of Nightmares. Runner-Up in Ship of Dreams Challenge.
Disclaimer: This story is inspired by and based off real life events and people, however real names, character traits and backstories are not used. The accuracy of the characters is entirely focused on their courage.
By Karissa E.L. Cuff4 years ago in Fiction
Standing Ovation
This creature of a man is useless I tell you. I gave him a simple job and he stumbles and trips around his own bootstraps. I simply want him to bring the two crates to my room gently and not let it release a single sound from within. Elegantly lifting up the frills of my newly gifted dress I escort him down the long sunlit hall to the desired destination, my room. I am Marcia Vellum-Ovickstein and I am the sister to the bestfriend of a designer aboard this ship. I’ve arrived aboard for a show and plan on being the best show so that this ship will be known for it. My name shall thrive through history the same way I thrive through my different personality.
By Daveen Éveline 4 years ago in Fiction
