plane crash essay

make our final descent into Nassau, flight attendants please fasten your seatbelts as soon as possible.” My wife had always had a nervous stomach when it came to planes, so she of course was freaking out. Also on top of that our 8-month-old son was crying our ears off, so I had to try to calm him down. It was the perfect storm. The plane continued to topple left and right while our Captain kept repeating himself, “Just some minor turbulence folks.” I started to worry since, as a pilot, I knew how

and ate a full breakfast. I’m never this happy in the mornings but the fact that I’m going to ride a plane to China motivated me so much. No no no it’s not the trip that’s motivating me, it’s that I get to leave home, from my family. People say families are the only treasure but my family is just useless to me. I just want to say they are no help to my life. Didn’t my parents bought me the plane ticket to China? Heck no I worked for 4 months for my ticket, and all my money to spend in China. “ Did

hour plane ride. Everything was going pretty good till we were about four hours into the ride. We suddenly felt a bunch of shakes and not such a smooth ride. The pilot came over the microphone and said that we ran out of gas. He told us that we needed to remain calm and told us everything would be alright. Everybody on the plane was scared, including myself. I could feel my stomach starting to hurt. I looked at my wife and saw her crying so I held her. Nobody was saying anything on the plane, we were

Black electrical wires wrap around the plane. Numerous black wires cover the front windshield. The cables flare around rapidly on the dashboard, releasing electrical sparks. A crack appears in the windshield. MORRIS DAMN YOU! PIECE OF FREAKING CRAP! Concurrently Morris makes a fist - digging his nails into his hand. He whams his hand on top of the dashboard. MORRIS (CONT’D) GOD DAMMIT! (Beat) GOD DON’T YOU FUCKING LET ME DIE! I AM N-- CUT TO BLACK. The plane crashes into the ground. EXT. PAGE’S

You're on a plane, going to visit your grandparents in Arizona, because you havn’t seen them before. But then, the plane starts to nose dive towards the ground. The plane is about to crash, but at the last second, it doesn’t. The pilot saves the plane. The pilot is just a regular pilot. But that only happens because they know what to do. But what if they were just a regular human, with no license to fly. What would that be? Would that be fate? No. That would be luck.     You might say that it was

Durham the air is crisp outside. There is a slight morning breeze coming from the green towering mountains. It is a quarter after ten in the morning. The busy workers rushed through the metal automatic doors like water rushing through a dam. Huge planes took off the long moist concrete and soared up to the bright blue glistening sky. They sprung up and plummeted down. However, all was quiet. They followed each other 's paths like birds in a flock. The enormous transparent windows opened up the eyes

the kids are waiting for us at the airport. I said to Talulah, “are you ready to get the kids.” “Yes”, said Talulah. We get the kids on the plane. We want back of the plane and asks for the kids names. Most of them did not talk. Bet there was these two girls that answered me one was Linda and the other was Koko. So we want back up to the front of the plane. And I said to Talulah “ready for taking off.” “Ready”, said

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

Flying on the Wings of Love The seat rumbled in the window seat of the plane. I looked out across the wing at the tiny men running frantically around in their orange vests. I started thinking about where I was about to go and my palms started to sweat. "Oh no" I thought to myself as I felt my body tensing. I was getting nervous although I had no clue about how my life was about to change. The plane began to move. We were taking off. With each minute, and each thought, I became

process of inventing the first motorized aircraft. When the aircraft first arrived in Kill Devil Hills, the weather was despot and stormy, however, that challenge did not stop the brothers. They kept on working on assembling the aircraft. After a crash, the airplane was ready to fly again. on the day it was planned to fly, the winds were too strong. The wind was going at a speed of 25 miles per hour. The Wright brothers waited a while for the winds to slow down, but it never did, so the brothers