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Eleven Minutes

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Eleven Minutes One thousand feet above the jagged mountain base, a solitary cable car was grasping to stay suspended. The car was aged, no real colour, a base coat of white plagued by rust. The inside was dark, cold and claustrophobic- claustrophobic in the sense of being ensnared; no escape. The ancient cables above were decrepit. The car struggled to fight the abrasive mountain weather. Trembling, the car shuffled upwards. Blackout. All power was lost. The car jolted as it came to an abrupt stop. With nothing to resist the ferocious winds, the car began to sway. To the inhabitants inside, the jagged rocks below were becoming more apparent by the second. Asif, an Asian adolescent began to panic, his breathing heavy; his movements sharp. Sweat began to break on his forehead. Anxiously, he approached the side of the car. He felt isolated as he peered out across the horizon. Alone in the vast wilderness of the world. Gradually his eyes flickered and looked below. He could just make out the tips of the rocks. ...read more.


Asif continued searching. He turned to the corner of the car. An old woman sat alone; she looked so fragile and innocent. He turned away. What was that? It couldn't be. Thoughts throttled through his head at the speed of light. He apprehensively turned back and proceeded to brush the old lady to one side. The letters became clearer, as his eyesight locked on to the sign "MAXIMUM 25 PEOPLE". Asif took a deep breath. It was in this moment that he knew how it felt to be falling from the top of a cliff. You know you will die on impact and there is nothing that you can do to stop it: it is just a matter of time until the inevitable happens. Destiny was evading Asif's grasp. The sign said "MAXIMUM 25 PEOPLE"; inside the car there was a minimum of 30 people. For the first time in his relatively short life, Asif was overcome with dread. He knew that there were more than thirty people in the car. ...read more.


The door that had been adjacent to Asif prior to the cable braking was now hanging perilously open about ten feet below his dangling legs. Several bodies spewed out of the door as the car fell to its lopsided position. The others lay face down against the car's side windows; now the car's base. The windows were never intended to have to cope with enormous strain now placed on them. One sudden movement would surely be too much for them to cope with. Asif looked in terror towards his sweaty hands. Ten minutes. The sweat generated from Asif's tight grip was acting as a natural lubricant against the smooth, chrome handrail. He peered fearfully beneath him. Bodies scattered on a slender pane of splintered glass. The lives of those below depended on Asif's grip. A grip that he was losing. He was now beginning to accept that this was his destiny, and that he could not control it. His fingertips clung on. They could not support his weight. Eleven minutes. His grip was gone and with it went the lives of all of the other inhabitants of the car. He gasped for air as his body plunged towards earth. GCSE English/ Original Writing Joe Smith ...read more.

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