Hungry Bird Short Story

I finally walked through security safely, and caught up with everyone else. It was ultimately time to board and we gathered in a single file line to give our boarding passes to the flight attendants. Stepping onto the plane itself was the world’s best feeling. I could feel my body get tense and my face lit up. We took our seats and with my luck I was stuck with the middle. Due to the circumstances, I dealt with it. Being that it was a 10 hour flight, I needed ways to keep myself occupied. Therefore, I reclined my seat and fell into a gently sleep.

I rushed over to check in and retrieve my boarding pass. Lately a lot of planes have been going missing, which is all I could think about the whole time. “Flight 23 is now boarding.” I carried my carry on baggage onto the plane. I looked down at my boarding pass and realized that I was already at my seat. There was a man sitting in my designated seat. I was too nervous about the flight to even question him. I sat down next to him. I looked out the window and noticed in the distance that dark cumulus clouds were being formed. There was a strong wind that hit my side of the plane, furiously shaking the whole aircraft. Having hope was the only thing that came to mind every time negative thoughts would

Writing, as described by E.L. Doctorow, is an exploration. In her novel, Bird by Bird, Anne Lamott explores the writing process, providing her insight on stylistic, theoretical, and instructional points. These points are essential in the composure of a book and are prevalent in many literary works such as Tim O’Brien’s The Things they Carried. In his book, O’Brien relives his time on the frontlines of the Vietnam War, telling fictional stories of life before, during, and post war. The novels are tied together with O’Brien’s use of character development, dialogue, and design setting strategies as discussed in Bird by Bird.

In the months, weeks, and eventually days leading up to my flight to Germany the panic was gnawing away at me. Despite the fact that this wasn’t the first time I was venturing out without my parents or even my first time on a plane, it was my first time for a myriad of other experiences in my life. My first international adventure, my first time living with a family that wasn’t my own, and my first time being surrounded by people speaking a different language; all of which began with a simple decision to cross the threshold between the jet bridge and the plane.

The play opens with a flight attendant demonstrating the airplane precautions, safety procedures and reminding passengers to fasten their seat belts and to turn off all cellular devices. Before each new airline scene played, the film displays the name of the flight, location of trying to land, and number of passengers and crew members that were on the flight. To present danger within

You are in an airport waiting for your plane to arrive. You've never flown before, and are more terrified than you can ever remember being. Everyone has told you the supposedly comforting statistics - "millions of planes take off each day and there's only a handful of crashes," "flying is safer than driving." You know rationally that there is no reason to be so scared, but regardless your heart is racing, your palms are sweating, and you're light-headed. Simply the thought of being up in the air, out of control, makes you feel faint. Finally the flight attendant announces that your plane has arrived. But as all the other passengers line up to get onboard, you grab your luggage and walk straight out of the airport,

As I got stuck with the window aisle seat, my attention was diverted outside the plane; clouds as white as snow, and the surrounding atmosphere was completely empty, but the noise level on the plane was highly aggravating to my ears, so I forced in a pair of headphones into my ears. Yet, I could still hear the chatter of other passengers, the wailing from children and the constant repetition of the stewardesses asking passengers “Any beverages?”

In this book there was multiple examples of technology like how we have computers they had newspappers that told all there news they did not have phones or tv’s. The culture or the town were she grow up in she lived in a village. She was fourteen and married Harriey she had a arranged marrige, and her family had to pay mooney for her to get married to Harriey. Then a few weeks later Harriey got really really sick and within a few days he passed away and she had to wear a sari that was white to show that she was a widow. Then she had to live with her Sass and Sassor and live with there rules and expectations. She worked for them around the house for a little wile then she got a job because a lady went to her house and she said

In the short story “The birds,”by Daphne du Maurice,the main character Nat Hocken repeatedly lied to his family because the children were too young to understand,the children needed to remain calm,and that the most important things to keep him and his family alive.

My story about a thanksgiving dinner that did not go as planned but turned out successful in the end is, Early thursday morning I walked out into the kitchen and smelled something was burning it was the corn casserole that I had made the night before and asked my mom to put it in, in the morning

As soon as the door opened, the heat hit me. It was like putting a hot iron in front of my face. But it felt even worse as there was a slight wind which pushed the heat towards me. My body was surrounded in a blanket of heat and I even started to sweat slightly. My uncle told me to wait by the lift as he went to collect the car so I wouldn’t have to walk as far and drag my suitcase along. While I waited, I took time to look around at the surroundings. I could see mountains which stretched towards the clouds and the airport behind me. There were a vast number of people walking around from their flight looking drowsy and with no energy. The frequent red double-decker bus also came and a few planes flew above my head. I didn’t even have to look, but I could hear the planes departing and arriving. The planes all looked the same in the sky, big and white with some sort of logo. During the wait, I took a few steps to take away the cramp. Although I had trainers on, I could feel and see that the floor was new. The concrete looked

I felt the eye of judgment piercing through me as I entered the plane. I could hear people whispering and giggling. While scanning the rows to find my assigned seat, I could see the looks of concern from those who thought I might sit by them. The clicking sounds of seat belt buckles almost sent me into a panic. I was dreading asking the flight attendant for a lap belt extension, or worse, having it offered without asking. Words were not necessary to feel the intensity of mass criticism. To make matters worse, it was a hot day, and my clothes were sticking to my body, outlining my multiple layers of over-indulgence. I was overheating and could taste salty beads of sweat trickling down my face.

I woke up from my nap when I felt a light tap on my shoulder by my brother, Alex. He told me that it was time for the plane to begin its descent so I gathered my belongings and adjusted my seat until it was upright. As the airplane began to descend, I was filled with excitement and enthusiasm. I could feel so much energy rush through my veins as my ears popped and I finally heard the flight attendant say, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Singapore Changi Airport!”

A little girl and a young boy play in a field, as the sky gets darker. The clouds are not covering up the sun, but instead there are hundreds of large birds. The birds start to fill up the sky, it is just full of the animals all shape, size and size. The children start to bolt to safety, but they are too late. The birds dive bomb the children like rain, tearing at their fragile skin. This is the picture that Daphne du Maurie painted in your mind and Alfred Hitchcock put on your screen. Daphne du Maurier's short story “The Birds” was written in 1952, which lead to the idea of the movie The Birds in 1963 by Alfred Hitchcock.

It all started at a house, that people would say there's a witch living inside and potions that curse people into animals. ''I dare you to go in there.'' My friend dare me. We were standing on the porch and looking at the outside of the house. ''No, I double dare you'' I said pointing at her. ''How about we both go in' the house" she said. She had a huge smile on her face. I hold on to her arm and whispered ''if anything go wrong, it's all you'' ''Stop being silly, now help me open the door'' I knew this was wrong to go into someone's house but I wanted to know if the rumors was true. We found the key that was in the flower plot and unlock the door. ''Woah! Come look at this!'' I said. There's was empty potions bottles and some that's not emepty. We looked around and examined the pictures on the wall. ''Ok, we came here for 1 thing. A potion.'' My friend Emily said. ''Ok, 1 thing.'' I was scared and nervous, my hands was getting sweaty. I heard something in the other room, something fell. ''Did you heard that?'' I asked. ''I did but maybe-'' she didn't finish. She went quite and didn't talk for a few seconds unti she said ''We need to hide. I heard something coming this way.'' ''In there!'' I said. We were hiding in a closet and stayed quiet again. Someone came in the room we we're in and sat down and stated talking. I couldn't hear that much and only picked up some words. ''I need a fox tail, a eyeball, water and worms.'' I heard. ''What do you think