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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
The Great Sinking
The hold was cramped and colder than I would have imagined it was although, considering that I was not even supposed to be on such a mythical boat to begin with, it was a miracle in itself. The cramped room however was not the height of luxury that this boat of miracles was made out to be. The smell of dirty bodies and the sounds of growling stomachs were like that of a strange song or of a dance that I had yet to know the words of.
By Savier Silva4 years ago in Fiction
An Unsinkable Love
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
A Dream Come True
August 10, 1912, was a dream come true. My aunt and uncle had third-class tickets to board the RMS Titanic for a one-way trip to the USA. Uncle's illness was an ironic tragedy, for all his life he had dedicated every spare honest and ill-gotten penny toward his and his wife's emigration. When it came time to put up the 14 quid for the two tickets, he was more than prepared. Truth be told, his plan would launch him across the ocean just a step ahead of the regulators who would soon discover his embezzlement adventures and other fiscal misdeeds.
By Gerard DiLeo4 years ago in Fiction
BunRabs
“It’s a myth,” clucked Doris as she picked at her salad. “I don’t believe it, not for one instant.” “You’re just a spring chicken, dear,” responded Doris’ Aunt Clementine as she absent-mindedly primped and groomed herself while they sat gossiping. “You don’t understand how dangerous the world can be, how vicious.” Clementine readjusted her sitting position, shifting forward and cocking her head to one side, bringing it closer to Doris. “Why do you think your mother treasured you oh so desperately before she was taken from us? You were the only child she raised, but not the only child she might have raised. It’s so sad, really.”
By Donald J. Bingle4 years ago in Fiction
Witchy Woman
“You’re going to have to adjust your requirements if we’re ever going to find someone,” Carmichael said. He and Tanya had gone through almost 5 candidates this week alone, and frankly, he was about at his wits end. It seemed like no one was going to meet her impossible standards, and the end of the month was coming too soon.
By Sukie Harper4 years ago in Fiction
Shapes in the Dark
It was a little after 11 PM in the early spring. It was a cold night as winter hadn't quite given up yet. As such it was very dark with the moon rarely peaking through the clouds. My partner had already gone to bed and I was doing my usual evening routine of cleaning up the kitchen and living room. I had started to wash some dishes as I waiting for the tea to whistle and just aimlessly looked out our kitchen window. That's when I first saw it. I didn't know then what I know now, not that it would have changed anything. Not all knowledge is helpful.
By Krysta Minor4 years ago in Fiction
