Creative Writing: A Trip To Hawaii
Ruby
It’s 7:53 PM, and I’m soaring over the Pacific Ocean on a plane to Honolulu, Hawaii. The medium sized airliner is full of tourists excited to visit Hawaii. I look out the window at the ocean and the gorgeous sunset. There is an island coming up. The waves and tide make a lulling pattern against the shore. It’s all so beautiful.
I rest my head back on the seat, but suddenly I feel some thumps and my seat starts vibrating. It starts as a small shake, but turns into bumping. The old lady beside me looks worried.
‘“What’s happening?” “Do you feel that?” “What’s that shaking?”’ is what I hear throughout the plane. The thumping gets louder.
“Please buckle your seatbelts, we are experiencing some engine problems. Do not panic,” says the loudspeaker above us.
All of a sudden, a whirring noise …show more content…
Grains of sand are in my eye, so I close them again. I lie there for a few minutes, until the pain kicks in.
“AHHH!” I scream. My eyes burst open and I writhe in pain. I sit up and scream some more. I’m on a beach. There are people lying around me.
I look at the source of the pain and taste bile when I see the wound. A large gash is all down my thigh. I scream some more. There is dried blood all around the cut. I must have been unconscious for a long time, because the blood flow has stopped.
When I finally find the energy, I slowly try to stand up. I can, but it hurts. A lot. I limp over to the plane wreckage. There are metal sheets and nails strewn around the plane, as if somebody tore the plane apart. There is a large open gap in the ceiling of the plane, and one of the wings has broken off. Windows are gone, and it looks like some passengers were strewn out of the holes in the plane. Also, suitcases have been flung out of the cubbies and are clothes are tossed around the plane.
Thank goodness I am alive. I wonder if these people on the sand are dead. I hope not. When I reach the door of the plane, or what’s left of it, I hobble
It’s 7:53 PM, and I’m soaring over the Pacific Ocean on a plane to Honolulu, Hawaii. The medium sized airliner is full of tourists excited to visit Hawaii. I look out the window at the ocean and the gorgeous sunset. There is an island coming up. The waves and tide make a lulling pattern against the shore. It’s all so beautiful.
I rest my head back on the seat, but suddenly I feel some thumps and my seat starts vibrating. It starts as a small shake, but turns into bumping. The old lady beside me looks worried.
‘“What’s happening?” “Do you feel that?” “What’s that shaking?”’ is what I hear throughout the plane. The thumping gets louder.
“Please buckle your seatbelts, we are experiencing some engine problems. Do not panic,” says the loudspeaker above us.
All of a sudden, a whirring noise …show more content…
Grains of sand are in my eye, so I close them again. I lie there for a few minutes, until the pain kicks in.
“AHHH!” I scream. My eyes burst open and I writhe in pain. I sit up and scream some more. I’m on a beach. There are people lying around me.
I look at the source of the pain and taste bile when I see the wound. A large gash is all down my thigh. I scream some more. There is dried blood all around the cut. I must have been unconscious for a long time, because the blood flow has stopped.
When I finally find the energy, I slowly try to stand up. I can, but it hurts. A lot. I limp over to the plane wreckage. There are metal sheets and nails strewn around the plane, as if somebody tore the plane apart. There is a large open gap in the ceiling of the plane, and one of the wings has broken off. Windows are gone, and it looks like some passengers were strewn out of the holes in the plane. Also, suitcases have been flung out of the cubbies and are clothes are tossed around the plane.
Thank goodness I am alive. I wonder if these people on the sand are dead. I hope not. When I reach the door of the plane, or what’s left of it, I hobble