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#beginninglines #nightdwellers. The moon lit up the cobbles. As though the road were paved with bulbs. Each one shining brightly. Each one seeming breakable. That fragility, was a mirage.
Zeppelin Zip zap Zeppelin Chug chug chug Cross the channel Chip chop Bombs drop.
Today in English class we watched the movie The Boy In The Striped Pajamas prier to our unit of Nazi Concentration Camps.
#Colourchallenge #oldgold. The old house on the hill. Is cracked, faded, and gray. No smoke comes from the chimney. No cars in the driveway. No mail is in the postbox. The residents are now deceased.
She pushed with tiny fumbling hands Through the endless folds of soft fur coats, Her trembling fingers slipping through, feeling for space, Tiny snowflakes falling and melting away on her hot pink...
~Another ghost story~ ~Not mine~ ~Slightly sad~ The old storage sheds along the tracks were abandoned shortly after the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad was built, and it wasn't long before the poor folk...
#emotion The water has made me numb all over my body. My eyes have become misty with little clouds that I think may be my frozen eyelashes.
So here I am.On a lifeboat.I put my hand in the water...then quickly took it out because it was that freezing.I stare up at the ship.It's so sad to watch.On this lifeboat it is very boring but I...
Time:12:32pm.At some point the ship will sink.This all seems like a nightmare but I just know that it is all real.I'm beginning to feel a little dizzy now.I don't know what to do.
April 14,1912 I was sailing on the Titanic aged just 17.It was night-time and the blue sky was covered in a blanket of darkeness and bright stars.I was on the front deck,alone.I stared out to...
#household Ship Ahoy. The last peg hammered in The ship's together Let the voyage begin. Hit the bough with a bottle Of our finest champagne. Her Lady Titanic. Let's hope it doesn't rain.
Sitting down at the table I opened the boxes and began reading the letters, articles and reports...
Info :- This isn't a true story, I just thought of it once, I hope you like it. Titanic Survivor's Account I was only 8 when it happened.
It was just like a normal morning, Something so big came without warning. Destroying so many innocent lives, Separating husbands, children, wives.
Rope binds my wrists, So tight it bites the skin. Attached is a weight... Time to repay for my sin. You flipped a coin, That's what decided my fate. My luck has run out...
A fictional account of Annabelle Collier. The wind lashed at my face like a whip as the icy cold took me in it's tight grip, never seeming to let go.
I stumble, walking, running, it could not be sinking, no, I couldn't break in two. I cannot leave my father behind. I will stay on this ship untill I die unless my father leaves with me.
Yes it is another post by me about titanic you could call me slightly obsessed but by seeing it tonight on the big screen I have realized something new Watching it all the many times before I have...
The crystal clear elixir of life and death tailed me down the corridor. Every second I took quick glances behind me. No matter how fast I ran it was still there.
I stroll down the corridor of the old manor house, whistiling a tune. I wasn't meant to be here i was trespassing but so what. I had explored all the rooms but they were empty and not very...
These words so painfully earned will serve in inadequacy to describe the veracity of the storm that possesses our camp.
I want to see myself from others eyes. Do they hate me as much as I hate myself. Do they despise me. Do they abhor the ugliness in my heart like I do. It was a warm October day.