Creative Writing: The Plane

mother died of lung cancer. After these devastating events took place, it was a phone call from her twin sister Becka, and knowing that therapy alone or coupled with AA weren’t enough to break her physical and emotional addiction with alcohol, that

The parents came out of Grandma’s room by one by one, bags under their eyes, makeup running down their face, and bright red noses. By that time, I could almost predict what happened. As my mom and dad approached us with their heads down, I prepared myself to hear exactly what I never wanted to hear. “The doctors are turning off the life support machine. She isn’t suffering anymore, and she will be looking over every one of you guys. She said she loves you all so much,” Mom told us while my dad didn’t hide his tears back.

One day she was observed struggling to breathe. The author discovered that Karen had a bottle of tablets when he removed the bed covers. She had taken an overdose in an attempt to commit suicide. She was taken to Deacon’s Hospital Intensive Care Unit to pump out the stomach contents and also to neutralise the effect of the overdose. Karen had declared that she never wanted to go to the hospital should her condition gets worse. When Karen was now aware where she was, she complained to the author who apologised and said he would not let her pass on when he can do something about it. From Intensive Care Unit she was transferred to a private ward for recuperating.

I vividly remember that chilly night in March as I walked out of Fifer, the building my father now calls home, for the first time. I had goosebumps, but they were not from the cold I felt hit my skin. Instead, they were from the sickness in my stomach. As I got in the car, I began to cry and had to stop myself from running back inside. My entire world had turned upside-down. How could I go home without my father? How could I leave him in a nursing home, a place where he was too young and mentally fit to be confined? I had to fight the feeling that he didn’t belong. I had to remind myself of why he chose to be there, and I hated it.

Through the overcast skies appeared a silver bomber, the largest aircraft anyone had ever seen. It was the Boeing B-29 Dinah Might, crippled in a raid over Tokyo, seeking an emergency landing on the island's scruffy main airstrip. As the Americans in the vicinity held their breaths, the big bomber swooped in from the south, landed heavily, clipped a field telephone pole with a wing, and shuddered to a stop less than 50 feet from the end of the strip. Lt. F. Malo and his 10-man crew were extremely glad to be alive, but they did not stay long. Every Japanese gunner within range wanted to bag this prize. Mechanics made field repairs within a half-hour. Then the 65-ton Superfortress lumbered aloft through a hail of enemy fire and headed back to its base in Tinian Island. The Marines

After two long hours of traveling with nothing to look at but the passing trees, we finally arrived at the farm. As we piled out of the car, I looked at the dirt road we came in on and turned to the house. It was one story and had a red tin roof, surrounded by a large grassy field and then woods beyond that. Twirling around, I walked into the house and plopped onto the closes bed. As everyone else unpacked, I locked myself in the room like a petulant child.

I didn’t know what I would do without Mother; she was my rock, the only thing that was constant in my life. She was my generous advisor, unmoving and strong. I pushed these thoughts away from my head; that was in the past, I couldn’t change it, and it could never be undone. Finally reaching my destination, I sprinted up the front steps, grabbed the brass knocker, and slammed it onto the giant wooden door. The door creaked open, and an annoyed voice spoke through the crack. “Adi, I’m busy right now, please come later.” The door was starting to close before I spoke, “Elle,” I said, my voice cracking, “please, Mother has died, and this act has been passed, and Father doesn’t know what to do, and I don’t know what to do.” The door flung open, and Elle started running in the direction of our house. I ran after her, and when we reached the house, Elle pushed the door open, and yelled, “Father? Father? I’m here!” When she finally found my father, sitting at the table, head in his hands, she embraced him from behind. “I’m here,” she whispered. “Girls, sit down, we have matters to discuss.” He

The plane started to rumble and at that moment Paul completely forgot about the whole mission, all that mattered were the controls and dials in front of him, he was in the zone, like a baseball player locked in waiting for the pitch, expertly maneuvering the plane down the runway, and lifting it off into the night sky. No matter how many times he did that the sense of exhilaration and wonder was always there at takeoff. When he started the motion of flying the plane it cleared his mind of all his doubts, he realized that he could do this and that flying the plane was what he was meant to do. It was part of who he was as a man, and how he always knew he would be a pilot. I know that this bomb will take thousands of lives, but it is worth it to end the war and make the Japanese surrender, Paul thought to himself. He had many hours to think about this as the flight to Hiroshima was six long hours. Oddly enough it seemed to fly by. The pilots barely spoke except to discuss the flight

As he said the the plane lurched forward, and they went speeding down the runway. “Well

The tragedy of Alex’s story, overdosing on heroin and being in a vegetative state with minimal cognitive activity, is incredibly heartbreaking. The potential and dreams he had for himself and the dreams and aspirations his family had for him is what comes to mind when I read this article. This article also reminded me of the class discussions we have been having about all the “bubbles” people have over their head and what factors are affecting them and what they are affecting. In Alex’s case, his mother, a sole caregiver is playing a crucial role in Alex’s life, along with doctors, nurses, family members, and friends, who are all playing roles in Alex’s life. I think it is also important to consider how this tragedy has affected his mother,

“I’m home!” I yelled as I opened the faded red front door. No reply, maybe nobody was home. That’s strange, mom was always home to nag at me right when I got home from school. I guess it’s my lucky day. I ran up the stairs and took the first right turn to my room.

The weather is cold, hundreds of tiny small bumps rush to the surface of my skin. Lining it, acting as a thin, sensitive coat of armor. A strong and lengthy gust of wind blows past every second or so, leaving as quickly as it came. Never ceasing to attempt and carry away what it can from the earth. In the distance, thousands of pure white beasts spread their wings long and wide, floating in the sky. The air blows through their radiant wings acting nothing more than their personal personal pick me up. One by one of the gallant herd they take off, simply lifting their webbed feet off the rugged, grey slants of rock in which they call home. From this point, many more enter the sky, looking like the purest of pearls in

“Wow, I hope that’s me someday…” Bryan (the Rocket) Rockwood thought as he gazed upon a wax mannequin of Wayne Gretzky holding the Stanley cup. Bryan and Ty were at a hockey hall of fame museum fairly close to his home. “Wouldn’t that be amazing?” Ty asked in awe. Rocket’s best friend were Ty and Adam. He was humongous, about 5 foot 9. Compared to Rocket he looked like his older brother. Rocket guessed that he was about 5 feet tall. Rocket was very short. They had all started playing for AAA Rangers hockey team 4 years ago, the year Rocket moved here. Bryan moved here because his parents split up. It was tough because he rarely saw his dad, and his mom worked almost 12 hours a day and got next to nothing. Nevertheless, she managed to pay for his hockey. “I just want to see what's inside!”

Linda gingerly rolled onto her left side, taking all the strength and the will of her body not to fade back into unconsciousness, as she had been doing for the past few hours. Struggling, feeling each and every muscle in her fragile body moving like an unoiled and rusted machine, Linda winced with pain as she turned over. She was able to catch a glimpse of herself in the shattered personal mirror that now rested between her and her bag. The blood, which had once flowed through her scarlet veins, was now clinging to her face and body. Smearing her lips like poorly applied lipstick and covering her severely lacerated hands. The glow of the rising sun highlighted the wet mud glazed over Linda’s torn, long-sleeve, mulberry shirt. Vigilantly

Through the emerging 21st Century, there was straining tension in the air with a concentration encircling the 9/11 terrorist attacks in the United States. The resulting effect from this event was the modification of the entire system of airplane modeling, safety, procedure, and technology to conform to the emerging dangers of air flight in attempt to making travel a more enjoyable and protected experience. Though this new and improved system of air flight demonstrated positivity and appeared to be a fantastic alternative to the previous regulations, the world was shocked in July 2002 whilst the Bashkirian Airlines Flight 2937 had a fortuitous collision with airline DH2 Flight 611 (Gugliemi 6). In this concussion, the air flight traffic coordinator was temporarily distracted while the two planes conflicted due to lack of communication. During the period at which one airplane descended 10,00 feet, the other ascended 10,000 feet resulting in the death of hundreds of people upon plummeting to the immediate earth (YouTube). In the movie trailer of the Aftermath, a specific storyline is developed in order to both captivate and inspire the spectators. Kayolev is confronted with the terrible reality that his wife, daughter and future grandchild were aboard the plane that resulted in a terrible demise. In the furtherance of this trailer, the original protagonist withstands a series of events and becomes an antagonist through realizing his external