Okay, lets start this page off on a productive note! My first post is a short entry I wrote in my creative writing class. It was about the plane that went missing earlier this year over Malaysia: Its much worse to have someone gone missing rather than have someone gone from your life. When theyre simply gone, there are far too many stories your mind can come up with and many would pull your stomach into your throat in an instant. Planes dont simply disappear. Planes crash. They fall from thousands of feet with thundering engines and shrieking passengers. They crash into the ground with snapping wings and snapping necks and with infernos that leave burnt rubble. This rubble too crisp to determine if it had been skin or metal. Planes crash. They crash into the homes of small villages crushing prosperity and youth, or they crash into corporate skyscrapers and spark wars of hatred and fear for those you once called your friends. Planes crash. They plummet into the depths of the ocean and are pulled through the waves. Bodies tumble through coral. They are sliced against the shallow rock beds and fish until they breech the surface and ruin your child’s sandcastle, not to mention any hopes they had of leading a life without therapists. Planes crash. They crash in your minds and hopefully in real life. They crash because the only thing scarier than imagining what happened to your loved ones if the missing plane crashed…is what happened if it didn’t.
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 17:45:26 +0000
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