Historical

to the end
We live together, we die together. A tale of two lesbians who board the Titanic. They live together and they die together.
By Burnt Baguettes4 years ago in Fiction
Strange Attractors
Vienna, Austria- 1908 “Please, Herr Feuerbach. Take just one more look at my portfolio. I can assure you- “ “No. Young man, The Academy of Fine Arts is for artists capable of creating fine art. This is the second and final time I will tell you this so listen carefully. Your application has again been rejected and you will not attend our institution- not now, not ever. Please do as I told you previously and apply to the School of Architecture, or join the military, or learn a useful trade better suited to someone of your caliber. Leave fine art to those with real talent, eh? Now get out of my office and close the door behind you.”
By Adria French4 years ago in Fiction
The Ship of Dreams: Chapter 7
There was something to traveling the open sea that was seemingly ineffable to describe by virtue of its own paradoxical quality. It was as if the very act of being lost amidst the vast expanse of ocean waves boldly proclaimed, “This is freedom.” One that signaled yet another one of humankind’s attempts to pit themselves against and come up on top of nature and her most basic elements. That somehow, by looking into the depths of those waters that stretched further beyond what the naked human eye could see was the means to complete liberation of one’s spirit, one’s very soul. As if it called to it, whispered to it, asking it if it so wanted to be unchained.
By Aaron M. Weis4 years ago in Fiction
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
Lost at Sea
Memories are subjective, so I’ve heard. We often remember in fragments, feelings often shadowing any impartiality. I’ve always disagreed with this, because I feel people who don’t want to remember or choose not to have never been through something like I have.
By Ted Ryan4 years ago in Fiction
Revisit Chilling Tales of Life and Death from the PEOPLE Archives on the 110th Anniversary of the Titanic's Sinking.
The lives of a variety of Titanic passengers were studied in the March 16, 1998 edition of PEOPLE, from Molly Brown to Captain E.J. Smith.
By Uttam nandi4 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
My Trip To Davy Jones’ Locker
It is the 28th March 1912 and I’m officially a retired hit woman. I’ve spent the last 30 years killing marks for money and last week was my final kill. I’m done — getting way too old for this line of work.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Fiction
The Green Tree Frog
Charlie got the crazy ones, his supervising officer knew. Why these cases went to him first, to him alone, his supervisor didn’t know. Demonstrated talent for the job, of course, may have played its part. Once upon a time, a fugitive, who was slippery in the not-amusing-to-children sense, eluded other teams of local lawmen; Charlie followed clues only he seemed to understand, knocked on a door, and had his cuffs, in a matter of seconds, on the suspect’s wrists.
By Eric Wolf4 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
Lucy & Lizzy
It has been 110 years since the sinking of the Titanic. Many souls were lost in the frightful early hours of April 15th, 1912. Many don't know of the dogs that also lost their lives that night. Twelve dogs were aboard the Titanic and only three survived. This is a story inspired by one of those dogs, Lucy, and her human Lizzy.
By Elsa4 years ago in Fiction