Descriptive Essay : ' Bye Dad '

had survived.” This second quote explains the solution to the plane’s crash, which required the

His 18 years of life crossed his eyes instantly. He started to become nervous and insecure gradually as the airplane was elevating in the air, and he was afraid that the airplane might drop. He could hear the wheels rolling on the ground loudly and it was unpleasant to him. Fernando’s body was reacting. He felt compressed in his chest that his lung was too large for his chest, so he had trouble of breathing, and his heart was pounding rapidly against his rib cage. During the trip, the airplane met a turbulence, so he began to feel more anxious and fearful. He felt that everything in his body wanted to leave him. His blood pressure increased, so he became agitated. Soon he started to feel dizzy and light headed. He was about to lose control of his body; therefore, he grabbed the seat handles tightly and pressed his feet intensely against the floor to prevent his body from shaking. Meanwhile, he was being extremely quiet, and all he heard were the turbulence, his heart beat and heavy breathing. As Fernando described, the ocean view out of the window was beautiful, yet he could not enjoy looking at it at all.

Today was the day we were heading back from Hell. It has been an amazing five days with, Kevin, Corrie, Fi, Lee, Robyn and Homer. I was the only one who was allowed to drive the Landie. It was Dad’s orders and I followed them. It was really weird on the last night of our camp there were these low flying planes with no lights on. They were flying so low that we could see the marks on them. The marks weren’t ours. By the time I’d finished writing that down it was time to go. We’d finished packing that Landie and started to head off. I had a gut feeling that something wasn’t right about those planes I just couldn’t put my finger on it. We were home before I knew it. Something was wrong the dogs weren’t barking. When we came

From his pilot seat , Lt. Donald Kilpatrick, turned and asked the navigator if the plane was on fire. Once he received the response to his question, Lt. Kilpatrick gave his last order to the crew…“Bail Out”.

Amidst the swirling ripple of faceless people meandering around fire hydrants, pedestrian signs, and ragged newspaper stands, he stood; embedded within the relentless stream of continuous people trickling by him. The occasional nudge threatened to dislodge his balance as he gazed across the road where two buildings laden by carmine shaded bricks separated. The same two buildings he walked directly pass early in the dewy morning and late in the brisk evening weather everyday for the past two decades. Surely he knew every wondering power line and dimly lit alley of the surrounding neighborhood? Yet something glimmered from in between the impossibly small gap separating the buildings. His conscious turned from thought to action as he leapt from the scuffed curb and into the high voltage current of traffic without a second

“This is the captain. Brace for impact!” announced the captain. “Brace, brace! Heads down! Stay down!” stated the flight attendants. These are some of the last words that were said on Flight 1549; a flight that landed in the Hudson river on a cold January day in 2009. The thrust of an Airbus 320 was lost after Canada Geese hit the engines just a mere three after takeoff. The man piloting the aircraft was Captain Chesley “Sully” Sullenberger. He was not alone on that fateful flight. Along with Sully was First Officer Jeff Skiles as well as flight attendants: Doreen Welch, Donna Dent, and Sheila Dail. Thanks to these miraculous people, everyone aboard that fateful flight survived. Chesley Sullenberger started flying when he was 16, and now he

|the cockpit, had failed. Lancaster, the captain, was pulled out of his seat by the air and forced head first out of the cockpit. This |

Opening his eyes, the light cut his corneas and forced them shut. Silence shattered as Ian hit the hard oakwood floor. Laying on the ground, Ian curiously looked around the room. He lifted up his hands only to see that

Exposition: Brian Robeson, a thirteen-year old from New York, takes an aircraft that’s heading to the Canadian Woods so that he can visit his father. The pilot of the plane teaches brian to fly, but begis to have increasing pain in his stomach. At first, it doesn’t seem serious, but the pilot begins jerking in his seat, a clear sign of a heart attack. The pilot dies due to the attack, and Brian is forced to man the aircraft.

Have you ever had a hero in your life, someone that is always there for you when you need them? I did, I called him "my dad." My dad was the only person that could make me laugh when I was feeling down. My dad was that person who had so much love for his family. My dad was the person who I could call and he'd always pick up. My dad was the person who would drop everything just to help me. My dad was the biggest hero in my life and to this day, still is.

“look out” Josh said in fear. There is a plane coming. Adam tried to avoid the zero, but the plane shot at the wing at hit it. The wing started to burst into flames and Adam couldn’t control the plane anymore.

“Because it wasn't possible. I would have crashed into something in the airport because the engines don’t work. I did what I could.” I start checking on people and say

My Father took one last drag of his cigarette, then twisted it out into the puddle of ash on the coffee table. He glanced aggressively towards my Ma, glaring at her as she chopped vegetables. He grunted, then returned to his normal stare into nothingness.. He stood up and paused for a moment.

As soon as I stepped out from the long ride, the noise from the streets hit me once more. There were the sounds of honking, engines running, and people shouting. A warm breeze immediately passed, and I missed the little comfort of the train’s air-conditioning. Everything was brighter as well, because there was no longer a roof and tinted windows to separate me from the sun that had emerged.

A chorus of howls echoed maliciously from the tree line. The air was dense with night and the humidity dulled Rainsford’s senses. Wolves, or any other manner of beast could be lurking within the shrubbery, their fangs dripping with blood. He jogged to the nearest tree and shimmied up its thick trunk. A rustle came from his left. “Hoo, Hoo!” Rainsford yelped in surprise as the owl took flight.