| Author: | Daniel Eness | ISBN: | 9781465871787 |
| Publisher: | Daniel Eness | Publication: | March 1, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Daniel Eness |
| ISBN: | 9781465871787 |
| Publisher: | Daniel Eness |
| Publication: | March 1, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
In this Tale of the Haunted Titanic, a mystery surrounds the funeral of one of the survivors, and the only clue is provided by one of the victims.
A ghostly tale of time, memory and the razor's edge.
From the text:
"The icy shock struck him like a hammer, from the inside out. His lungs filled with what at first he thought was sea water. He was under, his clothes dragging him like lead weights. He did not know if he was going up or down. A force, like the hand of God, shoved him hard through the currents.
He split the surface, his face bracing in the breeze. He had spun more than once underneath, and now bobbed, facing the ship.
One of the great funnels had cracked off, still steaming, and struck the ocean. Had it fallen a mere thirty feet in his direction, and Jack would have been crushed. A glowing mass of sparks burst over its surface. Fires lit and snuffed in a losing war against liquid.
The ship had broken in two. A cable twitched like a violin string, and snapped.
Jack was sucked down with the funnel."
In this Tale of the Haunted Titanic, a mystery surrounds the funeral of one of the survivors, and the only clue is provided by one of the victims.
A ghostly tale of time, memory and the razor's edge.
From the text:
"The icy shock struck him like a hammer, from the inside out. His lungs filled with what at first he thought was sea water. He was under, his clothes dragging him like lead weights. He did not know if he was going up or down. A force, like the hand of God, shoved him hard through the currents.
He split the surface, his face bracing in the breeze. He had spun more than once underneath, and now bobbed, facing the ship.
One of the great funnels had cracked off, still steaming, and struck the ocean. Had it fallen a mere thirty feet in his direction, and Jack would have been crushed. A glowing mass of sparks burst over its surface. Fires lit and snuffed in a losing war against liquid.
The ship had broken in two. A cable twitched like a violin string, and snapped.
Jack was sucked down with the funnel."
