A few years ago in Scotland, the Clark family has a dream, Clark and his wife have been working and saving, have some plans for them and their nine children for a visit to America. Already many years, eventually saving enough and have made their passports and tickets for all the family left the ship to America.

What if all those alternative universes were not alternative at all?

This is a poem I wrote as a tribute to the late, great, R.M.S. TITANIC.

This “strange love” is no longer strange to me.

Disasters of the sea.

Alone.

A short story version of my Novella "Past Vacations" a Must for sci-fi fans!

In tribute to Titanic.

The Lion usually has brownish gold eyes but one had green ones…

A story I wrote about a person who i’ve been studying who was on the titanic, I wrote what it would be like settling in America. By the way, i’m pretending the Titanic didn’t sink.