Historical
Make it for All of Us
The twelve inch disc began to spin, indicating that the recording session had begun. “I was twenty-eight at the time the ship sank. I was a janitor for the service that received telegrams.” Akron Fullington, a Negro man steadied himself in a chair in 1934 Wilmington, Delaware near his residence.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
Uncle Thomas and The Clock Shop
My name is Stewart. Stewart Smalls. I didn't always own a clock shop, and I never imagined I'd end up living in New York. I was a British lad, born and raised on the streets. My parents were sickly and poor, and they passed away when I was a mere six years old. My older brother Jack was twelve at the time, and he became my caretaker. He showed me how to survive on the streets, until he ended up on the peg. Once he was jailed, I never saw him again. I was suddenly an orphan. Life taught me to fend for myself. I had nobody else, and the streets were hard.
By Stephen "Stefanosis" Moore4 years ago in Fiction
Hello, I am the oldest daughter of the only black person known to have been on the Titanic
PREFACE THE PONDERING OF UNANSWERED QUESTIONS. Being Jamaican by birth, and identifying with African-American culture, the first question that popped into my mind on seeing this challenge, was, "Were there any black people on the Titanic"?
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
History of the titanic ship
In this post, we will talk about the historical ship Titanic. The Titanic Ship was the largest and most luxurious ship of its time. It was said about the Titanic ship that it could never sink. The craftsmen who built it used to call the Titanic a strong ship, but this strong and luxurious ship sank into the sea, and many people died due to sinking.
By Bhagirath Vala4 years ago in Fiction
The Voice of Titanic
I was supposed to be unsinkable. I was so excited and ready to go! I had been eagerly anticipating my maiden voyage for months now. But now everything was ready. All things were in place. My interior was luxury itself, opulent and divine. The grand central staircase and finely chiseled clock at the center of the landing was my crowning glory. Or maybe it was my huge steamer smokestacks. Or, perhaps, the beautiful china waiting to serve my many passengers. My decks were large, my engine room primed, and my crew was a fine one. I was especially proud of my captain, Edward Smith. He boasted quite a marvelous beard and mustache. Yes, I had much to be proud of. I was unsinkable.
By Summers Rose4 years ago in Fiction
That's Deep
I think I knew it was going to happen as soon as I bought the tickets. There was something about the story in the paper, something tragic about the excitement, the enthusiasm, the unbridled optimism. It called to me like a siren, and before I knew it, I was spending three months' worth of wages on a ticket for myself. I had been saving up for a ring for my girl, but admittedly I wasn't actually excited to marry her. It was just something to do, maybe something that would break up the growing monotony of life.
By Camille Ora-Nicole4 years ago in Fiction
