Extraterrestrial Disaster "Let's go, hurry up before the plane leaves!" Daryl said. Daryl Burns was a CSIS agent, a middle aged man, who had a flattop hairstyle, short stubble beard, and was wearing a tuxedo, living in Toronto. He had his badge tucked into his vest, his S&W pistol tucked into his back pocket, and his taser in his front pockets. He, was here with about seventy other CSIS agents, because forty minutes before they entered into the airport, they got intel that the notorious murderer, Hank Baker was last seen entering the airport. "Okay, two agents, per airplane, I want you to check the plane that you're assigned to, top to bottom, up, and down, corner to corner, I don't care how long it takes, if it's the last thing you do, we …show more content…
can't let him get to another country, if we let him out of our site, if we do, we're in trouble" Daryl exclaimed out of breath "Let's go!", he darted to the plane headed to Argentina, with his partner, Ronald Steven, both of them went to the ticket lady. "CSIS ma'am, we need to be on the plane, CSIS business" Ronald acknowledged the women, as he and Daryl, pulled out their badges, for proof. "I don't care, if you're the President of USA, y'all's need a ticket, to get on the plane." answered the aggressive woman. "Well, we have a warrant" Daryl added. "Oh, erm a warrant, well, why didn't, you say that in the first place, sorry boys, I guess, my anger got the best of me" apologized the women, so Daryl, and his partner ran to inside of the plane. Inside Daryl, and Ronald looked consistently for the killer, but made it look ordinary. They searched for a couple of minutes, but they had stopped when they had told them to take their seats. Meanwhile, in the cockpit, the copilot, and the pilot, turned on the speakers, and explained "ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking, we like to welcome you aboard Airbus A330-300 (333), this flight to Buenos Aires, Argentina flight duration is around 13h 25 minutes and we are expecting a fairly smooth flight today. Once again we thank you for choosing to fly with us today and we hope you enjoy your flight.” Then copilot turned it off. “Ready for lift off!”, then the engines turned on. Forty minutes later later, Daryl turned to see a similar face walking by, he pulled out a picture, and the face was a MATCH! He got up, and ran to the man, the man saw him, so he ran, away, and went into the bathroom, he locked it, Daryl’s partner came up to help him they both banged on the four inch door. In the cockpit, the pilot saw a huge wind swirling in the sky, “Airbus A330-300 (333) to ATCT 1, how’s the weather going?, we see something in the sky! We think it might be a hurricane, please RESPOND!” The pilot explained looking for a response “Y-You have to----” the ATCT trying to respond “Ha-----” “Airbus A330-300 (333) to ATCT 1 please continue!” the pilot pleaded, their predictions were correct, it was a HURRICANE! The wind, and pressure was so powerful it pulled them in, and everything was getting ripped apart! the pilot’s head was pulled, and was smashed on the glass, putting him in a coma, but with the glass smashed, so it pulled the copilot, and the pilot out of the airplane ripping them apart, and with no one controlling, it was going down, and the hurricane was also pulling them in so, double trouble, in the seating area 1st, and 2nd class, there was screaming, people running away from the hurricane, people tripped, but people didn’t notice, so they ran, on them, killing them, a couple minutes before seeing the Hurricane, Daryl, and Ronald, got in, and saw him. Ronald ran up to him, and punched him, and he tried to push back, but Daryl shoved him into the wall, taking out his gun, and pointing it right at him, “Don’t move!” Daryl yelled out “Erm, Yeah” Ronald agreed, taking his gun out as well, but suddenly, two men in black suits, and shades, smacked Daryl’s back, making him fall. Ronald turned directly, at them, seeing how large they are, he dropped his weapon, and put his hands up, and they smacked his chest making him fall. At the time the plane was going down, Daryl got up, with Ronald, but the plane was shaking, so it was hard to get up, but the time they got up they were gone. But suddenly the plane went down, inside the hurricane, and then, luckily it got out of the hurricane, but in very bad condition, and no one was landing it! A man in the 2nd class, yelled “We have to try!” “We have to try to land the plane!” The man’s name was “Bill Thompson”, he was in a real estate business, in his early sixties. Bill, and another man ran to the cockpit, it was very dangerous, they could be sucked out through the glass, “Okay, on the count of three, we’ll open the door” explained the man, “Sure” agreed Bill. “One, two----”, they couldn’t get to the count of three, the door was sucked through! Bill, and the other man, held on the outer edge of the remains of the door, the man, had an idea, he shoved Bill, into the cockpit, making more space for him to be safe. He crouched to his knees, slowly moving back to 2nd class, as he opened the door, everybody could feel being sucked in, when he was in, he shut the door, taking a deep breath, “What Happened?” a woman asked, “Are we safe?” another man questioned “Why aren’t you still back there?” Ronald demanded, as everybody panicked, and screamed, Daryl looked out the window, families held each other, men and woman, broke into tears, and so on. All of a sudden, the plane crashed, very small amount injured, mostly all dead. Daryl head was smashed into the wall. Daryl’s eyes opened, slowly, behind was the rubble of the airplane, and the remains of the dead.
An old man approached him, the old man had a fringe of grey-white hair around his balding, mottled scalp. He had a wrinkled face and a back slightly hunched, and with a grunt, he grabbed Daryl, like a baby, and carried him to a handmade hut. As he gently placed on torned old mattress, “Hello, young man, my name is Thomas Miller, who are you?” the old man made clear. Daryl slight moved up, looking, and seeing his partner Ronald, in his sleep, the master mind criminal, squinting, the man who “helped” Bill, and two other men, who were all in very bad shape. “Burns, D-Daryl Burns” Daryl answered, “Oh, well Daryl” Thomas said, while stitching up Daryl “I know this may frighten you but..” He grabbed a piece of paper, with a drawing on it, the drawing was, a disgusting revolting spider-like creature with claw like teeth at the bottom and top of the mouth, also the, left, and right side, six eyes, and with many more revolting features, Daryl took a deep breath “W-Why would you show me this why?” “Because, you have to know, to help me, and them to get to the boat, and out of here” He replied “What? What Boat?” Daryl
questioned. “Let me back things up for you” He explained “The year was 1965, I was about twenty years old, I think, Lester B. Pearson the Prime Minister, at that time, he heard that there was strange activity, on an undiscovered island, in the south pacific ocean, he sent me, and twelve other men, at first we thought it was some group of people causing some trouble, when we got there, we left the boat at the dock, we searched around, and we rested in this hut you see now, one night, my old pal, Merson Jefferson, searched out in the night, because it was his shift, he saw something moving in the bushes, a couple minutes later, we saw him running back out of breath, he told us about that creature, we didn’t believe him, we thought, he was making excuses, to not search during the night. Then we saw it, the beast, and it brought its neighbors, those things, chased us, grabbing us, by our knees, after tripping us, ripping us apart, of course I escaped, right there” Thomas pointed at a trap door, “I quickly tried to get there, luckily I did, and that was the last time seeing them alive”. “W-Wow that must’ve been hard being all alone, by yourself, trying not to get harmed” Daryl added, looking at Ronald, who was still trying to recover “But one thing how are seven men, going to make a difference, against a whole army of those creatures” “Well, the same way I escaped, the trap door.” He explained “But, if you could of escape from the trap door, so why didn’t y-you escape” Daryl inquired, well that’s the thing, as I tried to leave after the unexpected, attack, I travelled, throughout the tunnel, but soon I discovered, a sign, written in french, I knew how to read french, so I read it, and to english it clearly translated to “Whoever wanteth to passeth to the other side, must taketh many steps, some steps leadeth to harm, but some leadeth to success” It uses old english” Thomas explained. “Tomorrow we leave early in the morn’”. “Hey Daryl, how you doing, like I mean, how’s your arms, and legs?” Ronald questioned for the first time after the crash “W-well not good, I was going to ask you how are you, but by the looks of it, you don’t look even half better than me, no o-offence” Daryl added. So the group of seven, went sleep. During the night the man who betrayed Bill, whose name was “Stan Wooska”, he was an unemployed man, who was usually, always mad. He slowly tip toed, limping, and with a thick stick, outside, “Yeah right, monsters going to get me, ha now that’s a joke, like I haven’t heard that one before” Stan joked, as he walked outside, there was fog, when he walked through, he remembered what Thomas told him” Once in the Fog, there’s no coming back”, he thought “no way”, then he saw something, right in front of him he took at a baton, and ran, but suddenly, the beast, jumped up up on him. Those beasts, never usually, go that close to the hut, until Stan crossed their territory. The beast could see the six other’s heat signature, so the screamed so high pitched, that the six couldn’t hear it, the scream was to call for backup, so the beast, and it’s pack, ran on all eight, and went to the hut. Thomas was up, he opened his bag, and took out a 12 gauge shotgun, and shoved in some shells, and aimed, as the beast bashed through the wall, the other men got up, and crawled to the back, “Get in the trap door!” Tom Ordered, and he shot each one, putting those vile creatures to their graves. Tom got down in there with them, “Anybody else got a gun?” Daryl, checked himself, and luckily his gun was still there, and it was loaded, but only had four shots left. No one else was armed, so the only had a shotgun, and a pistol. They all ran, and limped to through the tunnel, until they saw the sign, and the obstacle, “What do we do?” Hank asked in a quiet voice, “One of the two other men, ran onto one of the stones, the stone, went down, and made him fall, through an very deep pit, everyone’s eyes opened wide, it was a hard moment, that another one of them died, and that how were they supposed to get across, the obstacle Ronald had a plan, he took off his torn shoes, and threw it on one of the stones, it didn’t go down, so they all stepped on the giant stones. They continuously did that, until, at the three last steps they had nothing to test it with
Shortly after takeoff D.B. Cooper handed Flo Schaffner, a flight attendant with less than 2 years of flying experience, a note. Schaffner immediately stuffed the note in the pocket of her uniform incorrectly assuming it was a come-on from Cooper a room number to his Seattle hotel or his telephone number. Noticing this Cooper later told her, “You’d better read that. I have a bomb” Cooper then gestured toward the briefcase he was carrying on his lap. Schaffner soon share the note with fellow flight attendant Tina Mucklow. The pair showed the note to the cockpit Capt. William Scott, First Officer Bob Rataczak, and Flight Engineer H.E. Anderson. Captain...
Why do planes crash? Most people answer this question with statements revolving around the plane having mechanical issues; this is rarely the case. In “The Ethnic Theory of Plane Crashes,” Malcolm Gladwell shows how communication, or lack thereof, plays a much larger role in crashes by making an appeal to the reader’s emotions, also called pathos, via imagery, syntax, and storytelling.
Even though the message in “Oklahoma Bombing Memorial Address” by Bill Clinton and “A Quilt of a Country” by Anna Quindlen are both about coming together as a community and helping each other, they differ in that in “Oklahoma Bombing Memorial Address,” Bill Clinton was telling the listeners and victims to stay strong after their federal building was bombed. Whereas in “A Quilt of a Country,” Anna Quindlen was telling them to love the people they live with, and not hate them because of events from the past. On the other hand, both messages are about coming together and comforting each other in times of tragedy. The tragedies were 9/11 in “A Quilt of a Country” and the Oklahoma Bombing in “Oklahoma Bombing Memorial Address.” Quindlen feared that people would turn against each other, but it was crucial that they stay together. However, Quindlen was trying to convey that we should always be united whether there’s been a tragedy or not, and Clinton was trying to convey that we should stay strong and support all the relatives of the victims in Oklahoma.
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There are many social problems that exist in the world today, which includes but do not limits to self-identity and racism. However, they somehow go unnoticed because at times people conform to what society thinks is the way to live. In my opinion, people believe they should act or feel a certain way because of what is broadcast on television, featured in magazines, and even brought into the limelight by celebrities. After viewing the movie Crash, in my opinion, the movie targets on going social problems that are constantly being swept under the rug to this present day. I deem Crash a race movie because it forces the audience to question their own moral values.
not on the outside. All I wanted to do was find someone, get a story,
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The narrator wrestles with conflicting feelings of responsibility to the old man and feelings of ridding his life of the man's "Evil Eye" (34). Although afflicted with overriding fear and derangement, the narrator still acts with quasi-allegiance toward the old man; however, his kindness may stem more from protecting himself from suspicion of watching the old man every night than from genuine compassion for the old man.
Narrative Essay It all started my sophomore year of high school. People always tell you that when someone knocks you down, you should always get back up and keep trying. I had this mindset at the beginning of my sophomore year, but I ended up letting a teacher knock me down to the point where I did not get back up for a couple of years. I never expected my second year of high school to go so awry.
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