Personal Narrative : A Short Story

Then,we went to go find our gate where our plane was. Then we finally found our gate. We walked in through the door that was open and we walked through a long tunnel like thing to get onto our plane. When we were stepping onto our plane, I could see the path that the plane was on. There's a little crack. A crack in between the plane and that little ramp thing that you walk on to get into the plane. Our plane was Delta.

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

Loraine put the remote down and redirected her attention back to me. “Can’t you see that I haven’t done anything, Lucy?” she remarks with a smile beginning to creep across her face, “You’ve always been the one doing unspeakable things; as far as anyone else knows, I don’t exist.” Hot tears are forming in the corners of my eyes, but I blink quickly to fight them off.

But how it all happened to me was terrible. I was sleeping when I heard a crash from down stairs. At first I thought it was my dog running into things again but then I heard my parents screaming. I was terrified more than ever before in my life. I quickly ran into my closet where I hid behind a few boxes. I then herd steps coming up stars then in the hallway leading into my room. I could hear them at my door. All I wanted to do was scream and run but I couldn’t I was too scared to move. The

My mind went blank. I forgot all the things I learned in the plane safety book mom gave me. All the flights attendants were trying to keep everyone calm. They were putting a mask on that everything was fine, but my eyes looked through it and saw them crying on the inside. The oxygen masks came flying down but I didn't notice. I was staring at all the people crying. Then the flight attendant came and put my mask on for

The seats shake as the plane reaches the ground and after what appears to be forever we have stopped, at Evan’s request we stay in the cabin and don’t wander so I just remain in my seat.

Everyone first believes that the plane crashed and later found out that the plane is buried. The plane was buried near a canyon deep in the wilderness of the Rocky Mountains. At the canyon Cork and Palmer see a large area where the ground is disturbed: “There, very, clearly, they saw a long rectangle where the earth has been disturbed” (Kruger 260). After digging for what seemed like forever Palmer hit a piece of metal, which turned out to be the wing of the plane. I liked how the author made it difficult to find the plane and it took many attempts for Cork and Palmer to find the plane. Furthermore, I evaluate how Cork and Palmer became friends. Cork and Palmer meet when Palmer was trying to buy the land around Sam’s Place to build condominiums that would destroy the edge of Iron Lake. When Palmer trying to develop the land around Sam’s Place Jo disappears and Palmer flies out Cork and Stephen to Wyoming to help search for Jo’s plane. This brought a close unfeigned relationship between Cork and Palmer and it grew the closer they became to discovering the plane. I evaluate where the airplane went and how Cork and Palmer became

I woke up a couple of hours later and saw that no one was there and I was so confused and also really scared. I started walking back home when I noticed some people walking and had looked hurt. I went to ask them where everybody was and they just looked at me and collapsed. I also tried to wake them up, but they were gone, I had to get out of there. I started running and didn't know where I was going, but I didn't care as long as I got to somewhere safe and got

The reason I was heading to Hawaii was for a job with one of the leading facilities in marine biology, the national institute of oceanographic research. I was planning on studying the effects of global warming temperature changes on the coral reefs close to the shore of Honolulu. One of the things I am most passionate about is the environment, and any chance I get to understand what is constantly damaging it, I take that prospect. On the off-point of work, I had planned to take a helicopter around the island, one thing I find absolutely amazing is how vast the world is. This job has only been my goal since I wanted to start in marine biology and now I have the chance to, but the moment of clarity ends and the screams return. I look to my left and there is a couple embracing each other, hoping and praying for survival. They were my inspiration now, and I too prayed for the mercy of God. Within split second, all the lights go out and its pitch black, you can hear suit cases and bags crashing from the overhead compartments. I had no sense of direction at this time, the only thing I knew was where the front and back of the plane are. I look back and I realized I don’t know where the back of the plane is, it wasn’t there anymore and neither was my hope. I take it gravity is close to taking its next victims,

I stayed inside my house because I felt my life would be in danger if I stepped out. Thirty minutes later, the big armor ambulance with Christmas colored sirens came in a rush. The Paramedics took the man on a stretcher and left to the hospital. One of my neighbors told me who got shot, and his name was Alex. I completely broke down and especially mentally. My knees were on the ground, my hands over my face, and my whole body was shivering. In my head the world was moving in slow motion and you can actually see my tear drop crash into the ground. How the tear scatters its particles on the dirt and instantly becomes soggy. Suddenly, I just woke up like I was having a terrible nightmare and adrenaline rushing through my body. I ran to my Honda Civic car like there was no tomorrow. Quickly I turned it on and press the gas pedal, leaving burn marks on the ground. I really felt like I was in a race because I was hitting around 70 MPH while passing street

I began to hold my mouth, my entire head flushing the color green as the plane zoomed like a missile and spiraled like a fan towards the pine tree-dotted landscape of the Pacific Northwest. Without warning, the plane collided with the ground like a Bighorn ram in a sparring match. Sparks shot everywhere as I jolted out of my seat, rolling like a barrel towards the front of the plane. I couldn’t get up due to being completely paralyzed with shock. Then out of nowhere, a piece of the plane fell onto my head, knocking me out as cold as ice.

The sound of the Cessna 152's engine was one that I knew all too well. That familiar buzzing sound's constant ring in my ear, aside from the voice of my instructor, was often the only sound I would ever hear during my flight lessons. On November 2, 2012, however, that would be subject to change. This time, I heard an unfamiliar one: sirens. It was faint, almost impossible to hear, but nonetheless it was there. I opened my window, rolled the plane 30°, looked down to see the remains of what was my home, the Jersey Shore, and my heart sank. My grip on the yoke relaxed, and my instructor immediately noticed. Once I heard him say the words, "My plane," I was done flying. The sirens I heard were from the innumerable flashing lights below me. Rubble was now the only tourist attraction, and it stretched for as far as the eye could see. I had only been flying for two months now, and until this point I had taken my flying lessons for granted, originally seeing them only as a fun

The plane bounces even worse than before. My knees crash into the tray table, sending my half-eaten package of peanuts and my entire stack of magazines raining into the aisle. I instinctively grab for the armrest once more, and the businessman next to me lets out a

“Mila it’s okay it just me!” Tessa shouts over the roar of the Fire Monster.

When I stepped into the large neatly organized white polished plane, I never though something would go wrong. I woke up and found myself on an extremely hot bright sunny desert island filled with shiny soft bright green palm trees containing rough bright yellow hard felt juicy apples. The simple strong plane I was in earlier shattered into little pieces of broken glass and metal when crashing onto the wet slimy coffee colored sand and burning with red orange colored flames. After my realization to this heart throbbing incident I began to run pressing my eight inch footsteps into the wet squishy slimy light brown sand looking in every direction with my wide open eyes filled with confusion in search of other survivors. After finding four