The Sinking of the Luxury Liner

The night was quiet. Everything felt expensive... and so fragile. Then,

a low shudder. Not an explosion. Just wrong. Probably nothing, they said.

But the trembling didn't stop. The floor tilted. A groan echoed like the ship

was in pain. The temperature plummeted. My breath began to fog in the air.

Panic crept in. Somewhere below, water was rushing in. The lights died.

Then, the screaming red alarms began. On deck, ice lay like

broken teeth. The wind cut like knives. The luxury was gone.

This ship is sinking into the black.