Diary Entry Of An American Dialectical Journal

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Journal #1 of Subject #225-487A The one time I think it’s a good idea to talk a plane and the damned thing crashes. Do you realize how much courage it took for me to climb into this tube of people? A lot. They were yelling something about engine failure, but considering there was only about ten of us on the plane for this job anyway, there wasn’t much we could have done. The parachutes were in the back, and even though I had never used one before, I learned pretty quickly. Only five or six other people jumped out after me before the plane exploded, but I didn’t see what happened to them. There was a ridiculously tiny patch of land beneath us and it took at the strength I had to land in the water next to it instead of on land as to not break my legs. The water was colder than my mother’s heart, but after I got out it wasn’t that bad. For about three seconds. Then the wind blew and I regretted going on the trip even more than I did before. It’s January for god’s sake. It must have been 17 degrees. …show more content…

I must admit, being naked in the cold is actually better than being in those wet clothes. It was really hard to keep it burning, though, because everything was covered in snow and wet. But after a while it dried along with my clothes and the wood and I was able to put enough on to slide under the tree near me and sleep for a while. It was quite odd. I woke up just after the sun rose with a jacket draped over me. I heard the sticks snap around me, but I didn’t have the courage to actually look up and see who it was. And when I crawled out from under the tree, the first was almost out, but next to the small pile of ashes was a set of large rocks and a note saying ‘Good luck’. I recognized the handwriting, but I didn’t see that person on the plane. Maybe my mind is just playing with me

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