| Author: | Daniel Eness | ISBN: | 9781465771193 |
| Publisher: | Daniel Eness | Publication: | February 17, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Daniel Eness |
| ISBN: | 9781465771193 |
| Publisher: | Daniel Eness |
| Publication: | February 17, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
In this Tale of the Haunted Titanic, one survivor is unaccounted for: a song which outlives its performers.
The band famously played until the bitter end of the maiden and final voyage of the RMS Titanic. The ship sank to a depth of four thousand metres, but what the music unleashed was impossible to fathom.
From the story:
"The collapsible had taken on a splash of water when it struck - soaking his left leg in ice. He'd been the last one to step upon it as the endless water claimed steel and wood and rope. They had room for six more - six who never made it on. A death angel swam through the waters, swirling about like a mermaid. From where they had launched, with his titan going under, it was impossible to seek survivors. There were only a few on the lifeboat, including himself, who had the strength to row.
It wasn't until the cries of the drowning froze into the lapping quiet that the real music, the waltz, started up again. The Brute could hear it echoing across the waters, the happy tune now ghastly in its disembodied timbre."
Commemorating the 100th observance of the sinking of the Titanic.
In this Tale of the Haunted Titanic, one survivor is unaccounted for: a song which outlives its performers.
The band famously played until the bitter end of the maiden and final voyage of the RMS Titanic. The ship sank to a depth of four thousand metres, but what the music unleashed was impossible to fathom.
From the story:
"The collapsible had taken on a splash of water when it struck - soaking his left leg in ice. He'd been the last one to step upon it as the endless water claimed steel and wood and rope. They had room for six more - six who never made it on. A death angel swam through the waters, swirling about like a mermaid. From where they had launched, with his titan going under, it was impossible to seek survivors. There were only a few on the lifeboat, including himself, who had the strength to row.
It wasn't until the cries of the drowning froze into the lapping quiet that the real music, the waltz, started up again. The Brute could hear it echoing across the waters, the happy tune now ghastly in its disembodied timbre."
Commemorating the 100th observance of the sinking of the Titanic.
