In Edinburgh’s ward back in seventeen eighty-five,A woman lay writhing, barely alive.The Royal Infirmary, grand in its might,Yet her chamber was small, bare, and stark white. She clutched at the bed, her cries filled the air,Sweat poured down her face, despair everywhere.The nurses encircled, unsure what to do,For hours she labored, but progress was few. […]
At two in the morning, December’s cold air,Old Henry Hall climbed the lighthouse stair.Ninety-four years, yet steady and strong,Keeping the light, as he had all along. His comrades lay drunk, in slumber so deep,While Henry alone the night watch did keep.No modern bulbs, no wires in sight,Just candles aflame to guide ships by night. He
At 11:40 on a late autumn day,Chief Jack Schoffall parked his truck by the hay.Beside him was Donald, his trusted right hand,They’d come to assist on this rural farm land. The farmer named Jeffrey was waving with fear,Pointing behind him: “The danger is here!”A thin stream of smoke from a tall barn did rise,A problem
At ten o’clock on a September night,Two divers crawled in desperate fright.Roger, twenty-four, and Peter near thirty,Hands and knees scraped, rushing, dirty. Their home was no flat, no city floor,But a metal box with a watertight door.Two hundred miles from Scotland’s land,Beneath the sea, where oil rigs stand. Pressures deep and gases mixed,Rules of life
At seven sharp, that autumn night,Young Frederick took his maiden flight.From Melbourne’s glow, he soared away,Toward King Island, across the bay. A dreamer’s heart within his chest,To be a pilot was his quest.Though Air Force doors had closed him out,His father’s wealth erased the doubt. The Bass Strait stretched, a darkened sea,A void of night,
On an August morn in twenty-eighteen,Vladimir stepped where few had been.A taxi left him on a road so bare,The Alaskan wild—no soul lived there. With phone and charger, oatmeal too,A backpack stuffed with clothes he knew.The driver asked, “Are you sure, my friend?”Vlad only smiled, “God will defend.” His family begged, “Don’t take this quest,Bring
At 8:30 p.m., August twentieth, ‘10,An old man named Jong took a walk once again.Through New Taipei’s streets, he strolled in the night,Returning to his daughter’s place, warm and bright. Outside stood a lamp with a poster displayed,A missing woman’s picture, her smile had decayed.Her name was Chen Yanqui, from the very same place,A patient
One spring in Taiwan, back in ’59,A man named Wu biked through sunshine.A civil engineer, strong and spry,But this day his speed was do-or-die. His wife had fallen dreadfully ill,He raced the road, heart iron-willed.Yet strangely heavy his cycle became,As though unseen weight had joined his frame. Neighbors he passed with polite little waves,But scowls
Early dawn on a winter day,Sixteenth of Feb, the year 2020 in play,A woman named Fei, coat crimson bright,Stepped from a store with snacks in sight. Her life was simple, her habits the same,Each morning repeated, a predictable game.Buy some treats, then home she’d go,Or visit her kin she cherished so. But on this day,
In Kuala Lumpur’s quiet night,July second, the moon shone bright,Maslin Idris paced the floor,A meeting planned, behind closed door. A politician, proud yet tense,His power fading, influence dense,He dreamed to rule, the highest seat,But feared his reign might face defeat. Then came a knock—he smoothed his tie,A stunning woman caught his eye.Long dark hair, a
