The sound of heels clicking, the wheels of a trolley squeaking, a whiff of floral perfume, and sweet feminine laughter. Instinctively – a complete male reaction- his eyes opened and followed the group of women as they passed him. His hands unclenched, his grip on the chair …… loosened. For that small moment, the world righted itself, and all was well.
“Flight A 101 to Bangalore is ready for departure, passengers are requested to board the flight from Gate 3”. The urging voice broke the moment. His hands now clasping the …… tighter, his eyes focused on the small book on his lap. He began muttering the words, trying to find solace in god’s will.
Breathing hard, he looked around, wiping the sweat tricking down his neck. He could feel every drop. He rose quickly, clasping the book tight in his hands, he moved towards the gent’s cloakroom. The tap seemed extremely cold.
Hands shaking, he managed to open the tap and splash water on his face.
“Flight JW301 to Mumbai is ready for departure from Gate 5.” The voice startled him. He looked at his watch and his ticket. He had checked and rechecked fifty times already. Legs unstable, he came out, rechecked his ticket again. This was not his flight. He had time.
The aroma of coffee assaulted his heightened senses and he turned towards the café. Entering he sat down in corner, watching people furtively. “ Can they see it on my face, would someone notice? - his mind raced. Everyone seemed normal. The waiter gave him a weird look, paused, started to say something, and then silently went back, keeping a wary high on him.
“ Flight B 101 to Mumbai is ready for departure. Passengers are requested to reach Gate no 1”. He gulped the coffee, slammed the cup on the table, took a deep breath and s...
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...wn. He prayed to Gods of all religions. He focused on what his trainer had said, “ Focus on something else”. He removed his iPod, put in the earplugs and tuned out the world. He distanced himself from the people around him and the plane. This was the only way.
A touch on his shoulder startled him; he looked up” Sir, we have landed”. He looked at the airhostess smiling and waiting patiently. He removed his earphone. He could not believe what he had heard. “ The plane landed?” incredulous he looked through the window. He could see the tarmac. He began laughing and weeping hysterically. “ I have to get out. The plane landed. The airhostess moved forward ‘ are you ok sir?”
He grabbed her and gave her a hug” Yes! Yes! Yes! This was my first flight in 40 years. I have a fear of flying. I have trained six months to take this flight. The flight landed. Thank You”
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.
A man and his brother walk down the terminal in an airport. They engage in a heated argument over whether they should board an airplane for Los Angeles. The older brother complains about taking an airplane and fears for his life, telling his brother about the crashes that every airline has had. The younger brother becomes annoyed and tells him that every airline has crashed at one point or another. To this, the older brother exclaims, “Qantas never crashed.” Upset at his obstinacy and refusing to fly to Australia just to travel to Los Angeles, the younger brother attempts to pull the older. He responds in the only way he knows—by screaming. Not wishing to undergo his painful screams, the younger brother stops and reassures his brother that they will drive to Los Angeles instead.
She oozes sexuality. Her every movement a tantalizing call to bed. She struts up and down her block wrapped in a peach embroidered halter-top and mini-skirt, black thigh high fishnet stockings, and a cigarette dangles from her lips revealing a voice that is a cement mixers snarl. A man, glances around nervously and, almost as if propelled by the bulge in his pants, adjusts his crotch as he, approaches her. Kaufman watches as the tawdry discussion comes to resolution. And he watches as she takes him into an alley. And he watches as she drops to her knees. He feels the gravel get caught between his knees and stockings. And he feels the smooth hard dick of a strange man sliding in and out of his mouth.
1. Chapter 3, page 5, #3: “A little fog hung over the river so that as I neared it I felt myself becoming isolated from everything except the river and the few trees beside it. The wind was blowing more steadily here, and I was beginning to feel cold.”
...ll child screams to her parents. An explosive argument is occurring between a passenger and an assistant over at the check-in desk. The seconds keep ticking. I bite my cheek some more, and my mouth fills with blood.
Have you ever wondered sitting on a chair at the height of 45,000 feet is safest way to travel? Yes, travelling through airplane is seven times safer than travelling through car and even walking on roads. But, though it is safest way, but it doesn’t mean that it is most comfortable and friendly way.
The movie Flight might be a good choice for the project at hand because, what the movie involves is a wider “social body”. In addition to the addiction-afflicted individuals who are the leading characters of the movie, there is a reputation of a big airline that people use for their day-to-day flights at stake if its pilots were flying drunk. There is also the life of the passengers in the plane the addict pilot (Whip) was responsible to fly safely as the captain of the jet. There were also crews working on the airplane starting from the co-pilot to the number of stewardesses who either lost their life or were permanently disabled, to individuals on the ground where the plane had landed who could have become victims when the plane crash-lands
Fights and Flights was performed by the cast of STEPS Youth Dance Company. The choreographers of this piece were the works of Isabella Stone, Matt Cornell, Tyrone Robinson, Jessica Lewis with Kung Fu specialist Daniel King, Shona Erskine and Artistic Director Alice Lee Holland. The overall concept for Fights and Flights was first pitched late 2012 and began to develop at the start of 2013. The cast began creating Fights and Flights in the studio in January 2014 exploring themes and ideas for the final performance. It took 28 days to create the entire piece. Fights and Flights celebrates 25 years for STEPS Youth Dance Company by inspiring, engaging and empowering young dancers to succeed their life goals in dance.
Her mom had stop in a alley there was a man. She mom said to wait there as she approaches him. She came back with three tickets. Makayla said” what these for” the mom said” for the train”. Suddenly happiness rushed thought makalay she was happy she did not have to walk for the whole time.
Mrs Timothy sat there listening to what her husband was saying and thought about all the strangers she let into the house on a daily bases due to her music lessons and shivered. Reaching over the back of the lounge for the throw rug, she wrapped herself up in it as Mr Timothy continued his story, oblivious to his wifes' thoughts. “Unlucky for the woman, her phone call ended to fast, and she walked in on the offender, who panicked and pushed her out the way so he could escape, but when he pushed her, he pushed her into the cabinets. The impact caused the glassware inside to come down and smash around her, injuring her
With no experience with flying and no rules he had learned so he was screaming in the cockpit thinking about his will. Then he remembers that planes always have controls. He took hold of the joy stick and pulled up. He still ploughed through the ground, but at least it didn’t explode. He got out and waved the dust away from his face. He trudged out of the forest and made way to the nearest city. When he arrived at Krasnoyarsk Krai it was nearly empty it was only 3:00 in human time so he was pretty early. He just realized how tired he was so he made a bed of tall grass in the meadows and he instantly closed his eyes and went to
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.
The heart begins racing the moment the car pulls into the airport parking lot. The smell of jet fuel, automobile exhaust, and hot tarmac combine to assault the senses with images of exotic escapes and the kind of freedom that can only come from airports. I feel the thrum of the engines at takeoff and the vibration of the plane during the flight in my skin. I see people listening to MP3s and playing video games. I hear the couple behind me chatting about the weather in Florida and the possibility of rain. I recognize the smell of fading perfume that women are wearing. Chanel, Windsong and White Diamonds clash with the smell of popcorn and Quizno sandwiches.
On this leg of their long day, the captain was the flying pilot in control of the aircraft, and the first officer was the non-flying pilot, handling such things as navigation and the radios. After only 14 minutes in the air, 22:54, they received the fi...
Joe, a senior that had decided to go on the trip with us, called from in front of me and said that he had found both of our seats. I followed the sound of his voice through all of the people and luggage, until I was in the back of the plane.