Personal Narrative Essay: Plane Of Death

My eyes trying to follow the hockey puck as it slides on the ice bumping everything it comes in contact with. Moving so quickly. Hockey players skates making dents in the ice as they run to try to get the puck feeling a little bit of the breeze as they run pass you. Faces crashing into the glass by the opposing team with a big bang. It the 2nd period with 17 minutes on the clock. A hockey player from the Mavericks hits the puck from the center of the ice and it glides through the air like a bird into the stadium making a curve to section 117 my section. All of a sudden everybody raises from their seat trying to catch the hockey puck in the air. I can see the hockey puck coming towards me. But goes over my head. A man reaches out to try to attempt to catch it his face is disappointed when the puck goes through his fingers and he failed to get it. From the right side of my leg I feel something drop in my lap barely feeling it I look down and see the puck. I look to all the people in front of me all of their wide eyes on me. I pick up the hockey puck. I take it in my hand, Cold with a touch. I examine it, rough and bumpy on the outside and with a big dent across the middle. It reads Official Hockey Puck excitement takes over by body.

The reason I’m on the baby train is to get my new awesome sick house. It’s at a place in Oregon called Gravity Falls. The reason I got this new house is because I was in a gang and another gang bullied my house and destroyed it. It will take me 2 weeks to get to Oregon, and right now I’m in just leaving Michigan and entering Indiana. The man starts to sing Christmas music now and now he singing louder than he was before. Just as he started singing we went down the steep mountain and the man didn’t have his seatbelt on. I tried to warn him but he couldn’t hear me because of his loud singing. I had to hurry and put the man’s seatbelt on before he died, and as I was putting his seatbelt on the train hit a hard right. Luckily I put the seatbelt on just in time and then continue looking out the

Cozy coffee shops, warm summers, friendly hugs…1.2.3. Disastrous events occur all the time. We are always aware that someone, somewhere in the world, is hurtling forwards into tragedy. Tragic endings leave behind unanswered questions, unfulfilled dreams, unspoken thoughts. Those who love you are left behind, in the dust of your presence, spent to forever remember only your memory, not your existence. Crisp slices of toast, piping hot cups of tea, fresh strawberries…1.2.3. We all tend to forget an end exists. We spend our lives compiling as many happy memories as we can, fully enjoying the good days, deeply mourning the sad ones. When tragedy strikes, only then are we reminded that the end is there, and we scurry and try once again to make the most out of

It was a misty day bob and his brown basset hound Marley were on plane 192 on their way to Japan, I woke up to the sound of Marley barking which was weird. I tried to just ignore it, but I couldn't. All of a sudden, I felt the plane go down and everything went black.

t was a sunday afternoon after i had gone jet skiing with my friend. It had started raining so we thought we would go eat subway then maybe come back. We had the two jet skis attached to the trailer behind our old, rusty red, rickety car. We also had a water tube attached to the trailer. Which probably wasn’t a good idea. So we were on our way back from the lake, going to subway to get a sandwich. Then the rain just starts raining like the whole ocean is coming out of the sky. It was crazy. Then we looked back to check on the tube and the jet skis. Yeah this is the uh-oh part. We looked back at them and we had the jet skis check, but the tube was gone. Uh-oh. We turned the car around to try and retrace our steps but who knows it could have

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

He looks at his watch and realizes that he has to leave now before he gets yelled at due to missing the 12:00 curfew. Upon my cousin Sean's arrival home, he begged his mom for an extended curfew, after all he was the star of the 19991 homecoming football game at Royalton high school, he should have been able to stay out later. After losing this fight with rather stubborn mom, and her giving him a stern "Sean I am not going over this again, it is late and I would like you to live until morning, so you need to go downstairs and get some sleep." he hung his head and went downstairs.

When I woke up again from my deep sleep, I got re-dressed and headed out to my car. The snow was still deep as ever, the wind was still bitter, dry, and freezing cold. I warmed my car before I headed out and I headed back inside for a little while to wait for the car to heat. As I sat inside the warm and cozy house my mother warmed me to watch out for the thick spots of snow and ice because I could slide and crash into something. As I continued to sit in the warm house, I started to remember things my parents would tell me about people sliding off the road and going off the road. Of course I had the thought in my head that it would

Is the afterlife real and is there something beyond this world? I have always believed that heaven is a real place yet skeptical about the stories that I read about others having near death experiences. That all changed on August 9, 2010. A day just like any other day turned into the worst and scariest day of my life. The events of the day are forever burned in my memory. That is the day I became a member of the near death experience club. I now know that near death experiences are real and people do experience them.

When I was nine my father died. Death sprung from its hiding place and took what was most dear to me. I love my dad; he taught me to love and to enjoy life. We often went fishing and biking together. After his death the bikes and fishing poles collected dust in the garage. Sometimes when I let the feelings get to me, I would stare at the two dusty bikes and fishing poles and punch them with my small hands.

And the air pilot told us that the airplane will be taking off soon I was a little scared because I never been on an airplane before. Right after she said that the airplane was already starting to move the next thing I knew the airplane was in the air. It wasn’t scary at all it was actually pretty fun. Then the air pilots were walking through every ille with a cart and asking every passenger if the wanted anything to drink or if we wanted cookies or peanuts. I chose the cookies they were really good. A few hours past and we arrived at the airport. Once we got off of the airplane our aunt picked us all up but we got separated because we wouldn’t all fit in one

I do not have much to say about Death/Dying, because all of my family members and friends are healthy and alive. Thanks God for it! However, I had lost a friend, not a close one but he was the guy I used to hang out with. His name was Vitaly. He used be an A student in one of the best math/engineering universities in Moscow. I still do not what happened, but one day he got expelled out of the University and began hanging out on the streets with all of us. He was introduced to the street life very quickly and was into drugs within a month. We all were. We were having fun, and none of us carried what this lifestyle could lead to. After some short time, we got to know that Vitaly made some friends that used heroin, and used it a lot. We did

On the morning of May 5th my views, my ideology, and my life changed dramatically. It was an expected loss yet caused me to realize just how much things in life mean, even the smallest things. After getting out of the shower and dressed for school I had time to spare so I decided to make sure everything was ready and eat some breakfast. I turned to look at my phone, after deciding to turn it on, and all I saw was a list of text messages from my mother. I normally don’t get that many texts, that early. I knew something bad must have happened. I unlocked my phone and began to read the messages. My great grandma had died; an influential person for me and my family. She died after being on hospice for 5 brutal days. Images flashed across my mind: her and I playing cards, her teaching me to cook, and her lessons, forever engraved into my soul.

The place was buzzing when I got there and I spotted Kade's mom amongst the crowd. She was sobbing uncontrollably and I was frozen with fear that they had found him dead. Kade was my friend, he couldn't be dead. I made my way over to her and only bumped into two people—seriously in a room that crowded it was a victory. Just as I did so, Bryan Hardy called her into his office. I slipped into the room with her undetected and hide away in the corner farthest away from my boyfriend's father. “Mrs. Ross, there hasn't been any news about your son, but we are doing all we can. The only thing for you to do now is to go home. We'll let you know when we hear something.” I exhaled inaudibly relieved that he hadn't been found dead.

The year was 2001 and I had suffered a tragic accident that left me near the loss of my life. I was four at the time and had been playing in the neighborhood with some friends when all a sudden, BAM! I was thrown to the bottom of a sewer and left unconscious. Not knowing what to do, a couple of friends who saw the act take place rushed to get my dad across the street to help retrieve me. Once my dad got to the scene he plunged down into the filth of the sewer and pulled me out of it. While I was semi-conscious from being pulled out of the hole, I had blood coming profusely out of my mouth as I began to violently throw up, little did I know, I was having seizures and did not even know what was going on around me, where I was, or if I was going to live. I had to nearly be life flighted out of the scene of I had a high chance of extreme brain damage or even death because of the high amount of blood swelling in the frontal lobe of my head. Once the paramedics finally arrived my eyes were swollen shut