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Titanic
Start your story with a character having a premonition, but no one believes them.TitanicNo mortal eye could see The intimate welding of their later historyMy grandmother had a premonition that the Titanic would sink on its maiden voyage from Southampton to New York. But no one believed her. If you ever visit Belfast, you will probably go to Titanic Belfast, which is one of the most famous tourist attractions in the world. The attraction documents the place where the Titanic was designed and built and then describes its maiden voyage in 1912 and the terrible catastrophe that ensued. The Titanic...
Carnival of Carnivores
TW: cannibalism There’s no way to sugarcoat my sisters. During the holidays, the two eldest engage in some curious traditions, to put it lovingly. I am one of the rare clan members adventurous enough to enjoy their all-nighter pow-wows, which are a cross between a séance and a pioneer cookout with musical nuances of Native American spirituality.A hardy constitution is the best seatbelt for an excursion up to my sister Ellen’s rugged mountaintop, the highest peak between San Jose and Santa Cruz in California. So, buckle up.Contrarily, our fussy family prefers their winter get-togethers to be ...
Ascension
LOCATION: TREETOPS LODGE, ABERDARE RANGES FOREST, CENTRAL KENYA YEAR: 1952It’s a cloudless starry night. It is pitch dark and silent. The air is chilly. The only sounds that can be heard are the sporadic high pitched laughs from some hyenas close by. As I look out the window, I am grateful to be here in the Aberdare Ranges forest, miles away from a world that has so many demands and expectations. I am so exhausted that I should still be asleep. The ‘animal sighting’ buzzer woke me up. Eawww.onedoor.ccrlier, I was asked by the lodge staff, “Are there any animals you wish to see? If they come to the wateri...
Grandfather's Cabin
Hank Stahl woke up unsure of where he was. He had a pounding headache like he drank too much but hadn’t been drinking. He stood up and looked around groggily, knowing that he was last in his bed but wasn’t any longer. His head finally stopped hurting enough for him to orient himself with his surroundings. Somehow, he was near his Great-grandfather Dale, or Pappy, as he was commonly called’s cabin in Southwood, Iowa. It was a place he hadn’t been to in ages. After his father and grandfather had a falling out, they only went there on rare special occasions when he was a child, and even then, th...