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Deliverance
As the airplane ascended into the cloudy skies, Sarah was furious. Furious with the airline staff who had forced her to change clothes. All because some obviously racist coward had found her Black Lives Matter shirt to be offensive. Somehow, this was enough for her to be approached by Karen, the stewardess, who asked her to remove it because, supposedly, someone saw and found it offensive. That was more than enough to set Sarah off, surely, and she would’ve put Karen, and her offended dolt-in-distress, whomever they were, in their place, had it not been for the dizzying sucker punch that came in the form of her own mother agreeing with Karen the stewardess and insisting that Sarah obey.
By Wintered Mazard3 years ago in Fiction
First Time On A Plane
The daughter knew she was in trouble the moment the safety demonstration ended, and seat belt lights turned on. She felt the cramps below her belly button as the stewards showed everyone how to inflate their life vests and felt the wetness once the plane took air.
By Alfie Jane3 years ago in Fiction
Dilation
According to Einstein’s Theory of Special Relativity, an observer traveling with great velocity will experience less time passage than an observer traveling with little or no velocity. This phenomenon is called time dilation, and is famously exemplified by the “twin paradox.” The thought experiment sends a young astronaut into space at near light speed while his twin brother stays on Earth. When the first twin returns, he has barely aged at all; he is astonished to find that his brother, who has not experienced time dilation due to great speed, is very old. To travel through interstellar space would be to outlive everyone you know. It would also be, quite possibly, not to live at all.
By Scott C Lillard3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Letter
It was a rainy day, the kind that made the city seem quieter and more peaceful than usual. Emily was sitting in her apartment, staring at her computer screen, trying to find the right words to express her thoughts. It was a difficult task because she had never been good at putting her emotions into words.
By Meesam Mawali3 years ago in Fiction
The lost boy
Richie was just a young boy when he and his family embarked on a trip of a lifetime, to visit a tropical paradise they had always dreamed of. But what started out as a dream quickly turned into a nightmare when their plane crashed onto a deserted island in the middle of the ocean.
By Rahsheim Francis 3 years ago in Fiction
THE JUMP
She was not here, on this day of all days, she was not here to see him jump. He had left the branch's safety, which he had been sitting on a split-second ago. He was now, mid-air, thinking about what a beautiful morning he had chosen. Golden sunlight flooded the forest and insects danced in the sun rays that reached through the treetops towards the dusty ground. A lukewarm breeze promised a hot summer day. Yet, there was something else in the air. An invisible tension had taken over the small clearing in the woods. The crowd that had gathered was abuzz.
By Moritz Bauer3 years ago in Fiction
The Unexpected Luxury Flight
Sarah, a representative from the airline at the departure gate, informed Dad that he had missed his flight. Despite seeing the plane waiting outside on the runway, he was informed that the gate was closed due to being 25 seconds late. Dad's 14-year-old daughter, Jessica, expressed her frustration about his delay while Dad inquired about the next available flight. He was informed that the rebooking fee would be £200 for each ticket, which he found outrageous. Sarah commented on the expensive rebooking fee and suggested that she hoped they had found a bargain at the Book Store. She then recognized a woman standing behind Dad as a television series actress and made a comment about it.
By Omar Sohail3 years ago in Fiction
Flying Low
Once I settle in my seat I’ll take one more. Push and turn the cap and wedge it between palm and bottle, tilt the bottle and give it a jiggle until one falls out in the flat palm which tosses it into the back of my mouth where it releases its last line of defense, a bitter chalkiness, before I tip my head back and send it through the entryway into my inner digestion labyrinth.
By Patrick Clancy-Geske3 years ago in Fiction
