Descriptive Writing About Moving Away
I could feel the cold. I could feel it against my crestfallen face. I didn’t know if I was ready, ready to never see anything I love ever again.
I stepped up into the cockpit of my bomber, a Matte Black Avro Lancaster with four propellers at the front. It was huge but it flew well and was hard to see against the backdrop of the dark night sky. It had bombs stored in its metal hull and had guns at either end of it. I made a few swift movements. Flicking controls and pressing buttons, instantly the engine burst to life with a roaring shudder. I looked around to find my crew in there positions, eagerly ready for liftoff.
“We ready to go boys?” Were the words that left my mouth, with a false sense of alacrity.
I was greeted with the sounds …show more content…
The plane lurched forward and I edged it towards the runway. It’s wheels began to roll quicker and quicker as I pushed the throttle further away from me. I came close to the edge of the runway and pulled the control wheel backwards in towards my stomach, the plane shifted upwards, it’s nose pointed towards the sky and we began to fly. My stomach began to somersault as we gained altitude. I had never grown accustomed to the feeling of liftoff and It was the only thing I never regretted feeling whilst running these missions.
We all sat in an eerie silence. The soft humming of the engine rattling against the metal bunker consuming the plane. My hands were beginning to ache from gripping the wheel so tightly.I offered the wheel to Fred who sat beside me as Co-Pilot.
“Nah, you look as though you're having fun there.” He said as his scarred face contorted into a …show more content…
An explosion to the left of me shook my senses and I turned the plane to the right, the jolting of the plane making me the subject of shocked profanities from my friends..
“5.” Yelled Fredrick from the back of the bunker with a horrified expression on his face.
“4.”
“3.”
“2.”
“1!”
The sound of “one” ricocheted through my ears and I pressed a button on the left of the control panel, I heard the hard metallic churning of gears as the metal gates at the bottom of the plane opened up, the large metallic object fell through the sky, unwavering and unmoving, holding its horizontal position.
My friends and I exchanged looks. The same unfaltering expressions upon our faces that came from the work we did. The ground flickered with light and flames danced along the bustling streets. I saw the ground open up and I saw the large crater that we had created in the ground, I saw buildings topple as their solid foundations caved in beneath them. I saw pain and I saw suffering.
“Turn it around Benjy, I can’t look.” Someone in the hull said
I turned the wheel, as I tried to convince myself that this had never happened.
The plane churned.
It’s humming was the only thing I could hear in the now silent
I stepped up into the cockpit of my bomber, a Matte Black Avro Lancaster with four propellers at the front. It was huge but it flew well and was hard to see against the backdrop of the dark night sky. It had bombs stored in its metal hull and had guns at either end of it. I made a few swift movements. Flicking controls and pressing buttons, instantly the engine burst to life with a roaring shudder. I looked around to find my crew in there positions, eagerly ready for liftoff.
“We ready to go boys?” Were the words that left my mouth, with a false sense of alacrity.
I was greeted with the sounds …show more content…
The plane lurched forward and I edged it towards the runway. It’s wheels began to roll quicker and quicker as I pushed the throttle further away from me. I came close to the edge of the runway and pulled the control wheel backwards in towards my stomach, the plane shifted upwards, it’s nose pointed towards the sky and we began to fly. My stomach began to somersault as we gained altitude. I had never grown accustomed to the feeling of liftoff and It was the only thing I never regretted feeling whilst running these missions.
We all sat in an eerie silence. The soft humming of the engine rattling against the metal bunker consuming the plane. My hands were beginning to ache from gripping the wheel so tightly.I offered the wheel to Fred who sat beside me as Co-Pilot.
“Nah, you look as though you're having fun there.” He said as his scarred face contorted into a …show more content…
An explosion to the left of me shook my senses and I turned the plane to the right, the jolting of the plane making me the subject of shocked profanities from my friends..
“5.” Yelled Fredrick from the back of the bunker with a horrified expression on his face.
“4.”
“3.”
“2.”
“1!”
The sound of “one” ricocheted through my ears and I pressed a button on the left of the control panel, I heard the hard metallic churning of gears as the metal gates at the bottom of the plane opened up, the large metallic object fell through the sky, unwavering and unmoving, holding its horizontal position.
My friends and I exchanged looks. The same unfaltering expressions upon our faces that came from the work we did. The ground flickered with light and flames danced along the bustling streets. I saw the ground open up and I saw the large crater that we had created in the ground, I saw buildings topple as their solid foundations caved in beneath them. I saw pain and I saw suffering.
“Turn it around Benjy, I can’t look.” Someone in the hull said
I turned the wheel, as I tried to convince myself that this had never happened.
The plane churned.
It’s humming was the only thing I could hear in the now silent