It was a dark stormy night when the flight began
...the people watched in horror at the sight of land...
it ran at two hundred the height of the plane increased
...the masks dropped and fell to the passengers' knees...
they buckled into their seats and got off their feet
...they strapped on the oxygenn as their height decreased...
the pilots mapped the direction they would fly the plane
...the pilots released the landing gear with the fear of pain...
the jet remained at the same altitude when reached
...the aircraft stained the ground with deafening speeds...
the whistleing winds squeaked and the first engine blew
...by then the people knew their chance of persihing grew...
the confused passengers looked around asking their questions
...the outer layer desintigrated at the bellowing tensions...
then the giant seven forty seven suddenly descended
...the peoples' survivle was damned as their flight ended...
the story all comes together at the end i guess, just a thought i had,, if your confused, it short but i was content with it
ill put in how the story goes later, but you should be ablt to figure out the scheme of things
peace
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