It was a quiet night in the Carribean while a plane was traveling across the Atlantic Ocean transporting a group of young students from a dangerous situation involving war. Then, all of a sudden, Boom! One of the plane’s wing was on fire. Everyone on the plane was screaming for their lives. The plane’s wing was deteriorating constantly while the pilot was reminding everyone to stay calm and prepare for emergency landing. At the time people where saying their last prayers. The ground was approaching them at an incredible speed. People where screaming at the top of their lungs. After increasing its speed even more to a fiery piecing of flying metal, the plane crashed into a cottonball-shaped tree on the edge of a cliff. It caught them as if it was a catcher catching a baseball thrown from a pitcher in a soft, leathery mitt. However, even the soft tree could not completely absorb the impact of the plane. I woke up the next day in the plane to find blood here and there and a enormous hole in the back of the plane; dividing it into to two. Everyone on that half of the plane had flew to the front on contact except Lance. He was no where to be found. Kevin, however, had seemed to have lost all of his clothes on impact. He used a hoody to cover his nudity to any awaking passengers. The island seemed to look as if it was a postcard from Hawaii. It had to what seemed to be dormant volcano centered on the island. Palm trees where scattered amongst the beach. As more and more people where beginning to awake (some thinking they have died and gone to heaven), they (along with me) began to notice several things. The first was the magnificent beautiful red and violet colored flowers. Second was the reality of being stuck on a island. The... ... middle of paper ... ...discussing all of the possible ways to escape the island and get rid of the tiger. “First, I think we should try to use that radio to contact people back home.” I tell everyone. “But what if no one even cares about us? They are in a cruel bloody war as we speak.” Alison says depressing everyone and shrinking our thoughts of a possible rescue. “Someone will surely be aware of our plane”. Kevin says assuring that we will be rescued. While everyone continues to talk in the plane, I walk to the cockpit and fiddle with the radio. It took me a good 15 minutes to figure out what all the buttons do. While I was switching through the channels, I never found one that anyone was using to communicate. Then, Kevin walks in. “Just try and talk on each station, maybe someone will hear you. I do just as he says. I say the name of our plane and that we are Americans..
In US News, the article “A Tragedy at Texas A& M”, tells how the logs broke in half killing 12 students. On Thursday of November 18, 1999, early that morning the students started working on stacks of logs from the previous days. Students at A & M were very proud of this historical event. The students would gather one week and start to create the bonfire together. But little did they know this would turn into a tragedy. Early morning around 2:30am the logs were thrown everywhere including the students that were working on it that night. About 70 students were at the top of the logs when it suddenly gave way. At least nine killed in collapse of A&M towering, 40-feet pyramid of logs trembled and then came roaring down early Thursday, crushing at least nice students to death and injuring 28 others. At least four of the injured were in critical condition and two people could be seen trapped in the rubble late Thursday afternoon. Rescuers couldn’t tell if they were died or alive. Rescuers had to use sound-detection equipment to listen for moaning, tapping and heard scratching noises that led them to believe there were victims trapped.
Picture yourself, for a moment, among 243 passengers on a Boeing jumbo jet. It is two days before Christmas of 1988, and you are excited to see your family in New York. You are sitting comfortably in your coach class window seat in row 40, reading a poetry book by Charles Baudelaire. It’s 7:00 pm and about 35 minutes after takeoff; the plane is just leveling off at its cruising altitude. You hear the captain throttle back the engines now. Everything is perfect in this aircraft; in fact, it’s not really an aircraft at all. It’s more like a room than a metal tube; a room with perfectly vertical walls. By now, most people have actually forgotten that they are, in fact, inside an airplane. They are in a movie theater, a bar, or even their own home relaxing in their favorite recliner. Suddenly, you hear a loud noise from the front of the plane. You feel extreme pressure on every square inch of your body, like you have been hit by a train. Screams and shrieks fill the cabin, and then, very abruptly, everything ends, forever. This is precisely what happened to David Dornstein before he fell, already dead, 6 miles to the ground in Ella Ramsden’s front yard, the landing site for about 60 other individuals when the plane exploded over Lockerbie, Scotland.
does not believe him. Kenny goes into the bathroom and does not come back out.
Golding illustrates mankind’s essential illness when the boy’s pillage the once beautiful Garden of Eden and render it a perverted Eden. When the boy’s first crash on the island, Golding describes it as enchanting, full of beautiful waters and tress that cover the skyline. Golding illustrates the enchanting beauty of the island when he depicts, “ This was filled with a blue flower, a rock plant of some sort, and the overflow hung down the vent and spilled lavishly among the canopy of the forest. The air was thick with butterflies, lifting, fluttering, settling” (Golding 28). Clearly, before the evils of mankind disturb the island, it is quite beautiful. However, this charming landscape does not last forever, as the boys light half the island on fire when they try to make a signal fire. Golding conveys the children are destroying the once beautiful island and turning it int...
Flowers in the attic that’s what four children thought of themselves. They were born so brightly colored, but fading duller as their long dreary nightmarish days, held prisoners of hope, and kept captive by greed.
“Sounds to me like he and some of the UF Forces of Luna may have joined forces. That could explain the frequency he is on could it not.”
The last topic of discussion I found was the one pertaining to death. Death occurs continuously throughout the novel. After the guests realize that the other guests are not having mere accidents or killing themselves, they realize they are all going to die. With the exception of Wargrave, all of the island's guests die. Rather, they are all murdered.
I spotted a crack in the door’s glass window. The crack seemed to be suck some of the scarce air from the ship! Rafael and I estimated that this minimized up our allotted time to get back to Earth. If we didn’t make it in time, we would die of suffocation! In five hours, we started to enter Earth’s atmosphere and we started to rapidly gain speed. On April 17th we started to head to the Atlantic Ocean and our ship started to burn up. Through the windows of the ship we could see an endless amount of red and blue flames. The flames slipped through the crack in the window, like an acrobat at the circus. The fire cornered Rafael and I and I knew that I would not see my family again. The flames got to Rafael first and he screamed as he disappeared into the
The excitement among people was cut short by the unfortunate delay in flight, because of maintenance on one of its engines. The passengers boarded the plane a couple of hours after the scheduled time. Finally, it was cleared for taxi on runway 26-Right. The pilots lined the aircraft parallel to the runway. A tragic accident, however, was about to happen.
My original island is called the palm tree island. The island is shaped like a palm tree. That’s how it got it’s name. On the Palm Tree island there are a few stores, shops, and restaurants to go to. Every morning I can hear birds chirping like they were singing a song. I can also see many people jogging on the sidewalks before they go to work. The taste of coffee and donuts in the morning is always satisfying. A lot of times I can smell the cool blue salt water all day long. I can feel the soft moisture of the sand on the island. Across this island there is another island, but it’s unknown. Nobody lives on the island. Nobody knows what’s on the island.
“Jeff, go through the manual! Maybe we can restart the engine!” I radio to LaGuardia.
“Hurry up, we almost arrive our base camp! Once we climb over this mountain, we will be able to see the camp.”
I didn't know what he was doing but soon I realized he was helping us. After the man grabbed the baggage I walked towards the entrance of the jet.
I awoke, there was a crash on the upper deck. I heard a thunderous crackling from my head above. I ran up the stairs and what I saw devastated me. The small wooden boat was completely coated in billowy flames."Help, help, somebody please!"I slowly moved towards the sound being careful to dodge flames as much as possible.