There she stood, leaning quite comfortably against the railings, staring out at the horizon. Margaret Brown. Soon to be called the unsinkable 'Molly' Brown. The moon shone down onto her, a spotlight illuminating half of her face. The sea below her swirled and churned, and yet still managed to reflect the stars as if it was putting on a private play just for her. She was 'new money' some said. They said she didn't deserve her station in society. A poor Irish immigrant whose husband had struck silver. A vulgar, unapologetic woman who lacked the elegance and grace a proper lady should have. Tonight however, as she stood against the railings, eyes closed, head tilted upwards, the wind blowing around her, you could see the real reason others hated her. It wasn't because of money, fame, or looks. It was because she was a strong, bold, confident woman who held her head high no matter what came her way, no matter how many tried to make her fall, she would keep marching to the beat of her own drum.
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Titanic Oneshots
FanfictionOriginally posted on another account. We used Titanic as a case study to write small pieces of writing in English, so I decided to put them on here. Requests/prompts for this fic or ideas for other oneshots etc. can be sent to my tumblr(EJfiction) o...
