TERROR IN 250 WORDS! — FINAL SECONDS OF MY FLIGHT…
POSTCARDS FROM THE DARKSIDE — MACABRE MONDAY
The pain is intense, and the blood is excessive!
My lap is covered in puke, and since there’s no one near me, I must have thrown up. I’m unable to right myself due to the excessive amount of centrifugal force from the intense spinning.
I can only focus on the farthest away clouds and the parts of the airplane within my reach and still in existence.
The top half of the plane is gone! I’m the only one in my row!
Although I can’t see anyone else, there are screams from every direction combined with grinding metal. I experience flashes of others who had waited in line with me to board.
Families, women, grandparents, and kids! OH, GOD, NO!
Unable to fight it, I puke again, but this time, it flies to my left from the spinning and the wind. My body gives up as I piss and shit myself from fear!
My only hope is complete disintegration when we crash to avoid any embarrassment for my family.
A young redheaded teenager in a Pokémon t-shirt unstraps me from my seat while blowing a large bubble with his gum. His hand is waving in front of his face as he tries to deal with my smell.
His look says it all.
With my feet finally on solid ground and creepy carnival music playing in the background, he says, “You hit your head pretty bad. There’s a first-aid place next to the cotton-candy stand. I suggest you avoid any other spinning rides.”
You got me lol
I thought airplane crash ,well done.
haha. Nice.