Personal Narrative

we have a very important announcement to make". "We are currently experiencing technical difficulties and must get this aircraft on the ground in a reasonable time." My faced washed with pale as my heart accelerated to a traumatic rate. Emergency landing in Mexico? The captain continued "San Salvador does not have an adequate aircraft maintenance service, so we will abort landing and preform an emergency landing at our departure airport." George Bush Intercontinental Airport? I though breathlessly, "That's over two hours away!" I turned my head out of the window. I noticed a dark melanic stream thrusting out of the flap. My heartbeat hastily accelerated to the pace my racing thoughts. As I looked closer, it appeared as if it was a thick fume rapidly steaming out of the wing's fuel supply. I thought to myself, "It is only turbulence, right?" I knew better than that. Turbulence occurs on the wing tip, and is not as likely on a split-wing model, such as the one on our aircraft. I've binged enough on "Air Disasters" to know that this is surely not common. Swiftly, I snatched the flight safety information card and scanned in worry. I called a flight attendant. A flight attendant with a haematic

After about 45 minutes of intriguing instructions, we finally departed. I hopped into the raft as I felt the cold water seep through my water shoes. Once everyone was secured into the raft and life vests bolted on, we headed down

I closed my eyes, trying to get my breathing back to normal. Something pressed against my mouth, a straw. I drank a bit, feeling the cold water run down my throat.

The wailing air raid sirens struck fear in me and the rest of my staff as we were just sewing the last stitches on the haute couture dresses for the fashion show. The adrenaline rush filled me as I rushed outside and barged past all the strangers to try and get into the air - raid shelter. As I was running, an aircraft shot past overhead , a thundering rumble followed and shook the ground.

When I first stepped in, I thought it was a reasonable temperature, but the deeper I got, the more I realised how wrong I was. My brother Zach, and I decided that we should touch the buoy. I first needed to get my head below the lake’s surface to get comfortable with the water. My shivering body wanted out right from the beginning, but my mind was telling me otherwise. Without thinking, I sunk underwater and almost immediately returned

I turned my head and gasped a big gulp of oxygen before returning my head into the water. Again. Again. Faster. Faster and faster. Kicking furiously, I felt a sense of pride and happiness until I felt a wave hit my leg. I knew what that meant and the all too familiar development of events began. Even knowing so I teared my eyes from the bottom of the pool and looked through the corner of my eyes and saw a hand. They were closing in with my last reserves of energy I sped up my leg and arms. Again. Again.

Every alarm imaginable was blaring. The plummet felt awful, and crashing certainly didn’t feel like a cake walk. The scrape noises occurred when the exterior was being ripped painfully off the plane. The wings were lost first, next the tail, and finally almost the entire back end was gone.

The shark keeps coming back and I try to climb up the remaining bit of the ladder. I feel pain from my foot. I look down and I see I no longer have a foot or even a leg. The shark’s jaws swells with blood and my leg hangs out of its’ jaws. The shark dives into the water and I don’t see it resurface. I feel weak as I hold onto the ladder. I slip

One day, coming back from a half-day at school, I arrive at my house only to hear a crashing noise. At first my mom thought that my dog was stuck in an area in our house, but then we walked in. The back window was broken, and there was glass, a rock, and dirt all over the carpet. I walk to my room and see a redheaded teenager running away from our house. I only saw a bit of his face when he turned around to look back at the house one more time. I noticed that he was wearing a green shirt, a green backpack, and some blue jeans. A couple minutes later, my mom called 911. When the police arrived, they asked me to tell them everything that I saw. From facial features, to the freckles on his face. Once I gave them the description, they put me and my mom in the police car and took me on a drive to find him…

A frightened person can be easily identified by many traits. Their hands may shake, sometimes scream Bloody Mary, this is how us people usually react when scared. What amazes me of this philosophy of human emotion is that some people consider the feeling of getting scared is quite enjoyable. It is a very mainstream topic, in fact, we create literature, jokes, and experiences that support this resolution in many ways. If you put reasonable thought into it, the idea doesn’t exactly make sense when the mind requires a calm and healthy lifestyle for it to develop and grow.

It’s totaled now, has been for the last month or two. But this is before that when it took me all the way to a new place two hours away. Away from my friends away, from my family, it drove me away from everything. The 2009 tan Chevy trailblazer with cloth interior that took us places, all kinds of places, but my favorite by far was Cañon City. Tears started to form in my ocean blue eyes.

Flight 697. Over the Sahara Desert. Timmy was on his way to great things. He was merely in his twenties, and he was about to live out his life at the Pyramids of Giza. Overcome with joy, he couldn’t wait to live out his dream, until he started to feel hot. He smelled smoke and soon saw smoke come out of the ceiling. It didn’t take long before a siren started to go off. “Attention people on board,” said the pilot, “There is a plane malfunction, please stay calm.” The ground started to shake beneath them. At this point, how could anyone stay calm? He looked out the window only to see the sandy ground growing in size. Everything after that was just a blur. A flash of light. Orange, red, yellow flames. That feeling when he was falling. Faster and

The tip of my plastic paddle plunged into the dirty water below me in a furious down and back motion. Sprays and mists of water lashed onto my face as a form of payback for disrupting the river’s fluid movement. My eyelids blinked rapidly in an effort to remove the water from my eyes, for I could not risk letting go of the paddle. The river carried our raft in a rapid up, down, and side to side roller coaster motion. All of a sudden a mammoth wave sprung up before our eyes, tempting us to stay on the thin edges of the raft. The six of us ducked into the shallow bed of the raft and screamed in a combination of both excitement and fear. After it had passed, we quickly popped our heavily saturated selves back up and continued to obey the shouting commands of our guide. His expertise of the voyage gave me the reassurance I needed to become comfortable. A natural routine developed, and a smile played across my lips. A bit of laughter rolled off of my tongue, for I was conquering my

The word ‘flight’ was terrifying. Hearing the word was like getting the worn scars on my delicate heart reopened and negligently stabbed over and over again. It made me involuntarily panic, for ‘flight’ reminded me of a monster worse than the one under the bed that I had concerning night terrors about as a toddler - a monster disguised as my abusive, bipolar, and alcoholic father who traumatized my childhood.

My sweaty fingers struggled to hold onto the cylinder poles. I couldn’t hold it any longer. My strength starting to decrease rapidly. I decided, I’ll just let go, at least I saved someone...right? My gripped fingers loosened gently. My body tilted closer to the edge. Closer, closer, until my fingers fully loosened and my whole body relaxed. My eyes became hazy, as I dropped to the third floor, second floor, then on the first floor, it was fully closed and I took my last warm breath.