A Wing And A Prayer
I used to be an aircraft mechanic in the army.
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I used to be an aircraft mechanic in the army.
I scream for help. My plea is drowned under tidal roars. I gasp for air, but choke on ice. The ocean pulls me to its depths, calling for me. I resist. I struggle for life.
Minutes passed, as Phillip worked frantically worked on Isadora's wound. I faded away in a hazy state of mind, a bystander, the audience, a innocent member of the public.
Staring out of the window At the back of the bus On this another new journey He felt sadness from all the fuss All around people had gathered To see the blood and broken bones The bloody pavement...
I heard a loud bang and then I couldn't see. I remember thinking of trains colliding before blacking out. When I woke up, the world was upside down.
After everything that I done to get to where I was I didn't feel as though deserved anything except a death sentence.
The water is pushing me down and I cant breathe. I huff and blow but its no use. I cough and splutter and fill my cheeks with air. I am frozen and I lose my strength. I am winded, I can't breathe.
Yesterday was unbelievable. I thought it was going to be a good day, but I was wrong.
I screamed at the sight of this scene, not taking any notice as to what I was doing, causing the car I own and am sitting in to crash.
Truth Hurts Part Twenty Eight Finale -------Christopher's Point Of View------- Five years have passed since Lisa took a gunshot to the chest. Five years have passed since they put Mike in jail.
Chapter 4: For the rest of the week I finished packing. When I told my friends Erin hugged me,Sydney also hugged me and Joanna burst out crying.
---Part 3. Thanks for the encouraging comments on parts 1 and 2. Tell me what you think of the next instalment?:)--- I couldn't put into words what I felt.
Please God, help me. The icy water is closing in around me, pouring into my mouth, dragging me underwater. I'm gasping for air, my arms flailing wildly, struggling against the current.
She straightened up, pushing away from him and putting a hand to her head. Glass crunched under her shoe, and she wobbled as reclaimed her footing.
As I ran down the blackened corridor my heart pounded like a caged beast the realisation that my pursuer was a breath behind me was all too real, my legs carried me through the corridor and out into...
I was a troubled boy, I thought my parents hated me, One day we went to the beach to try to enlighten me, but me being me, I split off and went to stand on the rocks, but, careless as I was, a great...
---Part 2. I am grateful to hear any criticisms to make my writing better (as I know it's far from perfect) and whether this is interesting enough. So comment your opinion.
The coldness of it is unable to describe. My hands are mixture of blue, orange and blue and my body is numb.
So long, fair well, bye bye. Stolen from us, but they said its going to be alright. They unlocked my mind - oh so kind. Close your eyes it won't take you long.
Today my best and only true friend died. Everyone else is fake. She died while trying to save me from getting beaten to death.
Life flashed before my eyes. I saw Jesus there in disguise. The light drew closer and we grew colder. The tense pain was as hard as a boulder. What went wrong, who would have known.
The stairs creeks beneath my feet. My heart is beating even faster now. I'm scared, but I don't know why. Maybe I'm afraid that the truth is not what I'm hoping for. I open the door to the attic.
(my first story, so please tell me if it's good or not) I don't know why it happened to me, I don't know what I did to deserve this. But, what I do know is that it should never of happened.
So this is how it starts. I'm falling; fast. I have no control of the direction or where I'm going, but that doesn't matter because I know I'll end up in the same place.