Have you ever been in a situation where you are telling a story but the audience doesn't believe its existence and because you have no proof, questions your credibility? There are often times we are faced with the hardships of proving ourselves, but what are you to do when you're the only one to believe it?
Swimming along the ocean floor was more peaceful than I'd previously believed it to have been. If it hadn't been for the research I had to do for my blog, I probably wouldn't even have been given an opportunity like this. As I made my way down, I uncovered the ruins of what once was a beautiful ship, carrying hundreds of thousands of people.
It had been down here for so long that moss covered nearly everything the rust hadn't. I swam down further to take a look on the inside. How lucky must I have been to be one of the few people in history to view the Titanic this close up? I took a look on the inside and saw what I assumed were doors lining a long hallway, but the wood of the doors had fallen away on most almost completely. I shown my flashlight around and saw a few fish scurry away into one of the doorless rooms.
I paid no mind to the critters floating about, I was an awe of the beautiful ship that was still somewhat intact. I thought about all the panicked people that would have ran down this hall in hopes of making it out alive.
I was about to make my way further down the hallway when I noticed something off about my oxygen, it was like the breaths given to me were shorter than they should've been. I pressed a button on the side of my helmet and told the people in the boat over me what was going on. They said my oxygen is running low and that I should start making my way back to the surface.
I turned around and started my way back. I made my way down several hallways and arrived at the hole I swam through. This time coming back through I was stuck, my flipper on my right foot couldn't make it through. I felt my breaths become shorter and shorter as I struggled to get my foot unstuck. I pressed the button, shouting for help before taking my last breath and blacking out.
As my vision started to come back, I found myself laying on my back on the edge of the boat. Two of the workers that got me out here were standing over me, now smiling that I was okay.
"Let's get back to the dock." One of them said, making their way back to the front of the boat.
It was just approaching nightfall a few days after the incident where I nearly died, and here I was finishing up the historical blog post about the Titanic. I'd chosen to write about it because it was one of my favorite historical incidents. I couldn't imagine being trapped on a mammoth of a boat as it's destroyed and slowly sinking. What a nightmare that must've been to experience.
I checked over my work one last time to make sure it read well, then I clicked the "Post" button and there it sat, on my blog. With a smile on my face, I spun my computer chair around and turned my lights off, crawling into bed.
The next day I was awakened by a phone call from my good friend Alex.
"Hey buddy, I saw your post," he said. "I didn't realize you were telling your own short horror stories."
I rubbed my eyes. "What are you talking about?"
"The story you wrote about the 'Titanic'." I could hear his air quotes as he said Titanic. "It's almost actually convincing."
"Dude, you know that actually happened right?"
"Bud, I get the joke, you don't have to keep pulling my leg."
"I'm not messing with you, I was there the other day, exploring the wreckage. I almost drowned."
His only reply was laughter. "Okay bud, clearly you haven't woken up yet. Talk to you later bud." He hung up.
I turned on my laptop and looked up 'Titanic'. To my surprise there was no mention on the internet of the name at all. The only mention was the article I wrote. What was happening?
Swimming along the ocean floor was more peaceful than I'd previously believed it to have been. If it hadn't been for the research I had to do for my blog, I probably wouldn't even have been given an opportunity like this. As I made my way down, I uncovered the ruins of what once was a beautiful ship, carrying hundreds of thousands of people.
It had been down here for so long that moss covered nearly everything the rust hadn't. I swam down further to take a look on the inside. How lucky must I have been to be one of the few people in history to view the Titanic this close up? I took a look on the inside and saw what I assumed were doors lining a long hallway, but the wood of the doors had fallen away on most almost completely. I shown my flashlight around and saw a few fish scurry away into one of the doorless rooms.
I paid no mind to the critters floating about, I was an awe of the beautiful ship that was still somewhat intact. I thought about all the panicked people that would have ran down this hall in hopes of making it out alive.
I was about to make my way further down the hallway when I noticed something off about my oxygen, it was like the breaths given to me were shorter than they should've been. I pressed a button on the side of my helmet and told the people in the boat over me what was going on. They said my oxygen is running low and that I should start making my way back to the surface.
I turned around and started my way back. I made my way down several hallways and arrived at the hole I swam through. This time coming back through I was stuck, my flipper on my right foot couldn't make it through. I felt my breaths become shorter and shorter as I struggled to get my foot unstuck. I pressed the button, shouting for help before taking my last breath and blacking out.
As my vision started to come back, I found myself laying on my back on the edge of the boat. Two of the workers that got me out here were standing over me, now smiling that I was okay.
"Let's get back to the dock." One of them said, making their way back to the front of the boat.
It was just approaching nightfall a few days after the incident where I nearly died, and here I was finishing up the historical blog post about the Titanic. I'd chosen to write about it because it was one of my favorite historical incidents. I couldn't imagine being trapped on a mammoth of a boat as it's destroyed and slowly sinking. What a nightmare that must've been to experience.
I checked over my work one last time to make sure it read well, then I clicked the "Post" button and there it sat, on my blog. With a smile on my face, I spun my computer chair around and turned my lights off, crawling into bed.
The next day I was awakened by a phone call from my good friend Alex.
"Hey buddy, I saw your post," he said. "I didn't realize you were telling your own short horror stories."
I rubbed my eyes. "What are you talking about?"
"The story you wrote about the 'Titanic'." I could hear his air quotes as he said Titanic. "It's almost actually convincing."
"Dude, you know that actually happened right?"
"Bud, I get the joke, you don't have to keep pulling my leg."
"I'm not messing with you, I was there the other day, exploring the wreckage. I almost drowned."
His only reply was laughter. "Okay bud, clearly you haven't woken up yet. Talk to you later bud." He hung up.
I turned on my laptop and looked up 'Titanic'. To my surprise there was no mention on the internet of the name at all. The only mention was the article I wrote. What was happening?
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