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Untitled_Audio_Log_001 Is this thing on. *tap-tap* Ah, yeah, there we go. This is Elizabeth McGlashan reporting at 0812 hours on May 21st, 2017. Location... Somewhere.
Annabelle and Bethany stared sleepily out of the grimy ship window, wondering if the journey would ever end. The Bff's were going to France with school as they chose to study geography.
Water crashed in the sun-kissed bay,. On the most radiant, florid day,. Made verdant by the Sea Grape trees,. The best in all the Seven Seas,. I stood below the battered deck,.
Taster of my Film Script. Chapter One. Part One. (Lightening and Thunder strike at a dark, battered & angry sea. Camera zooms in on a large area of sea from up above.
#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...
Calm in solitude, Dreams of dark. Foreboding light, Breaks day from night, cuts me open, Leaves its mark. Stillness ruptured, Vessels overturned, Our bow is battered, exposed, in tatters.
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...
The boat jolted restlessly. The treacherous seas swept petrified Michael off his shoeless feet.
The cruel ocean churns. Its secrets locked in icy depths. Lives lost on chaotic rocks jutting from the spray. Tentacles of brutal waves hit the sailors like frozen daggers on heated skin.
#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.
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 hate winning it here, I feel it's one of those ones you're not meant to win.
The coldness of it is unable to describe. My hands are mixture of blue, orange and blue and my body is numb.
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.
Its so cold mommy, she said in mandarin. It's so cold mommy, as the junk began to sink. Go to sleep now little princess, her mother had then said.
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.