Narrative Essay On Crash Landing

Crash Landing

Great. Just great. I’m sat here in some random hospital with a broken leg; a wounded shoulder and an impaired lung. Now you’re probably thinking, “If he’s got a broken leg-a wounded shoulder and a damaged lung, how on Earth can he be writing this story that I’m reading at this precise moment?” Well, I have been provided (by the hospital) with a machine that records and writes everything that I say. Astoundingly, it actually has quite great sustainability levels considering that its multi-core processor has only two cores and it is composed with habitually unrecyclable constituents. Right, now back to the story….

It all started when Ivan- my friend-decided to make a proposition, “Why don’t we go to the mountains,” he said, “It will be delightful!” he said, but that didn’t somewhat go to plan. Therefore, I am now in hospital (as

The subsequent day we are on a sustainable aeroplane which had a propeller made from old bottles. Then there’s a problem. Suddenly, the lights start to flicker like fireflies and the plane starts to head downhill. The strong, pungent smell of fuel scalds my nostrils like hot coals. Somewhere I hear a scream. A shrill ear-piercing scream. Branches scrape at the windows like stretched limbs, grasping for me at every possible moment. I cling onto my seat.

The voice speaker booms out, “Please remain calm and stay in your seats as long as possible and await further instructions. The provision of water will start when we land.” I have never heard someone whose voice is so monotone in my life! “There seems to be a problem with the suspension. If you are susceptible to any kind of insect then you will need to take extra precaution as we are landing in a jungle.” The plane continues to plummet towards the ground. Additionally, it is clear that some people need resuscitation; others are worried that they might to carrying out the wrong