It was a quiet night in the Carribean while a plane was traveling across the Atlantic Ocean transporting a group of young students from a dangerous situation involving war. Then, all of a sudden, Boom! One of the plane’s wing was on fire. Everyone on the plane was screaming for their lives. The plane’s wing was deteriorating constantly while the pilot was reminding everyone to stay calm and prepare for emergency landing. At the time people where saying their last prayers. The ground was approaching them at an incredible speed. People where screaming at the top of their lungs. After increasing its speed even more to a fiery piecing of flying metal, the plane crashed into a cottonball-shaped tree on the edge of a cliff. It caught them as if it was a catcher catching a baseball thrown from a pitcher in a soft, leathery mitt. However, even the soft tree could not completely absorb the impact of the plane. I woke up the next day in the plane to find blood here and there and a enormous hole in the back of the plane; dividing it into to two. Everyone on that half of the plane had flew to the front on contact except Lance. He was no where to be found. Kevin, however, had seemed to have lost all of his clothes on impact. He used a hoody to cover his nudity to any awaking passengers. The island seemed to look as if it was a postcard from Hawaii. It had to what seemed to be dormant volcano centered on the island. Palm trees where scattered amongst the beach. As more and more people where beginning to awake (some thinking they have died and gone to heaven), they (along with me) began to notice several things. The first was the magnificent beautiful red and violet colored flowers. Second was the reality of being stuck on a island. The... ... middle of paper ... ...discussing all of the possible ways to escape the island and get rid of the tiger. “First, I think we should try to use that radio to contact people back home.” I tell everyone. “But what if no one even cares about us? They are in a cruel bloody war as we speak.” Alison says depressing everyone and shrinking our thoughts of a possible rescue. “Someone will surely be aware of our plane”. Kevin says assuring that we will be rescued. While everyone continues to talk in the plane, I walk to the cockpit and fiddle with the radio. It took me a good 15 minutes to figure out what all the buttons do. While I was switching through the channels, I never found one that anyone was using to communicate. Then, Kevin walks in. “Just try and talk on each station, maybe someone will hear you. I do just as he says. I say the name of our plane and that we are Americans..
First as Brian and the pilot were flying to Brian father?s house the pilot was showing Brian how to fly the plane. ? Here, put your hands on the controls, your feet on the rudder pedals, and I?ll show you what I mean?(P. 4). During the flight the pilot seemed to be having trouble with pain in his arm and side. Little did he know that this was a sign of a major heart attack. ? And now a jolt took him like a hammer blow, so forcefully that he seemed to crush back into the seat, and Brian reached for him, could not understand at first what it was, could not know. And then knew? ( P.10). Brian was left all alone, to fly the plane by himself and he knew he didn?t have much of a chance to survive.
In US News, the article “A Tragedy at Texas A& M”, tells how the logs broke in half killing 12 students. On Thursday of November 18, 1999, early that morning the students started working on stacks of logs from the previous days. Students at A & M were very proud of this historical event. The students would gather one week and start to create the bonfire together. But little did they know this would turn into a tragedy. Early morning around 2:30am the logs were thrown everywhere including the students that were working on it that night. About 70 students were at the top of the logs when it suddenly gave way. At least nine killed in collapse of A&M towering, 40-feet pyramid of logs trembled and then came roaring down early Thursday, crushing at least nice students to death and injuring 28 others. At least four of the injured were in critical condition and two people could be seen trapped in the rubble late Thursday afternoon. Rescuers couldn’t tell if they were died or alive. Rescuers had to use sound-detection equipment to listen for moaning, tapping and heard scratching noises that led them to believe there were victims trapped.
Picture yourself, for a moment, among 243 passengers on a Boeing jumbo jet. It is two days before Christmas of 1988, and you are excited to see your family in New York. You are sitting comfortably in your coach class window seat in row 40, reading a poetry book by Charles Baudelaire. It’s 7:00 pm and about 35 minutes after takeoff; the plane is just leveling off at its cruising altitude. You hear the captain throttle back the engines now. Everything is perfect in this aircraft; in fact, it’s not really an aircraft at all. It’s more like a room than a metal tube; a room with perfectly vertical walls. By now, most people have actually forgotten that they are, in fact, inside an airplane. They are in a movie theater, a bar, or even their own home relaxing in their favorite recliner. Suddenly, you hear a loud noise from the front of the plane. You feel extreme pressure on every square inch of your body, like you have been hit by a train. Screams and shrieks fill the cabin, and then, very abruptly, everything ends, forever. This is precisely what happened to David Dornstein before he fell, already dead, 6 miles to the ground in Ella Ramsden’s front yard, the landing site for about 60 other individuals when the plane exploded over Lockerbie, Scotland.
“If not us, then who? If not now, then when? Will there be a better day for it tomorrow or next year? Will it be less dangerous then? Will someone else’s children have to risk their lives instead of us risking ours?”
does not believe him. Kenny goes into the bathroom and does not come back out.
“Sounds to me like he and some of the UF Forces of Luna may have joined forces. That could explain the frequency he is on could it not.”
The excitement among people was cut short by the unfortunate delay in flight, because of maintenance on one of its engines. The passengers boarded the plane a couple of hours after the scheduled time. Finally, it was cleared for taxi on runway 26-Right. The pilots lined the aircraft parallel to the runway. A tragic accident, however, was about to happen.
My original island is called the palm tree island. The island is shaped like a palm tree. That’s how it got it’s name. On the Palm Tree island there are a few stores, shops, and restaurants to go to. Every morning I can hear birds chirping like they were singing a song. I can also see many people jogging on the sidewalks before they go to work. The taste of coffee and donuts in the morning is always satisfying. A lot of times I can smell the cool blue salt water all day long. I can feel the soft moisture of the sand on the island. Across this island there is another island, but it’s unknown. Nobody lives on the island. Nobody knows what’s on the island.
“Jeff, go through the manual! Maybe we can restart the engine!” I radio to LaGuardia.
I spotted a crack in the door’s glass window. The crack seemed to be suck some of the scarce air from the ship! Rafael and I estimated that this minimized up our allotted time to get back to Earth. If we didn’t make it in time, we would die of suffocation! In five hours, we started to enter Earth’s atmosphere and we started to rapidly gain speed. On April 17th we started to head to the Atlantic Ocean and our ship started to burn up. Through the windows of the ship we could see an endless amount of red and blue flames. The flames slipped through the crack in the window, like an acrobat at the circus. The fire cornered Rafael and I and I knew that I would not see my family again. The flames got to Rafael first and he screamed as he disappeared into the
“Hurry up, we almost arrive our base camp! Once we climb over this mountain, we will be able to see the camp.”
I didn't know what he was doing but soon I realized he was helping us. After the man grabbed the baggage I walked towards the entrance of the jet.
When I stepped into the large neatly organized white polished plane, I never though something would go wrong. I woke up and found myself on an extremely hot bright sunny desert island filled with shiny soft bright green palm trees containing rough bright yellow hard felt juicy apples. The simple strong plane I was in earlier shattered into little pieces of broken glass and metal when crashing onto the wet slimy coffee colored sand and burning with red orange colored flames. After my realization to this heart throbbing incident I began to run pressing my eight inch footsteps into the wet squishy slimy light brown sand looking in every direction with my wide open eyes filled with confusion in search of other survivors. After finding four other survivors we began moving our small petite weak legs fifty inches from the painful incident. Reaching our destination which was a tiny space filled with dark shade blocking the extreme heat coming from the bright blue sky, I felt my eyelids slowly moving down my light colored hazel eyes and found myself in a dream. I was awakened the next day from a grumbling noise coming from my empty stomach.
I awoke, there was a crash on the upper deck. I heard a thunderous crackling from my head above. I ran up the stairs and what I saw devastated me. The small wooden boat was completely coated in billowy flames."Help, help, somebody please!"I slowly moved towards the sound being careful to dodge flames as much as possible.