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Writing to explain - A plain journey

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Introduction

A Plane Journey The aeroplane, one of man's most wondrous creations, a beautiful metallic bird, scouring through the heavens at high speed. It transports us from a damp London flat to the beautiful beaches of Barbados in a matter of hours. It enables a business leader to visit his factories in Hong Kong in practically no time, where once it would have taken days on a boat. It improves our lives, and leads to countries being interdependent on one another. It is truly magnificent. However, many would say that this view is one that can only exist in a world where there isn't such a thing as air sickness and vertigo, a world where people aren't afraid of being unnaturally high in the air, a world that is completely and utterly perfect. I am one of those people, one of those people that dreads even the thought of a plane journey. Don't believe that this is an irrational fear; I know the harsh realities of plane travel all too well. Many of our first memories are of happy times, like the first time we rode our bikes on two wheels, or the time when we were holidaying at the beach. ...read more.

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It sounded like a Liverpudlian man, supposedly our pilot, announced several irrelevant details, I may sound rather odd, but I honestly couldn't care less about the outside temperature in a far off land. He then went on to describe time zones and jet lag. As the pilot finished his epic tale of temperatures and times, the plane started to chug slowly forward. It rapidly gathered speed and soon it was going at a speed I wasn't entirely comfortable with. It was going too fast. We were going to die! And then something both wonderfully terrifying and terrifyingly wonderful happened. The plane rose majestically in the air, we were defying the laws of gravity. Isaac Newton, please stand aside, the apple no longer falls, it flies. I was so euphoric at the fact that I was in the air; my fear had been completely washed away. After what seemed like a split second, my childlike fascination ended and fear set in. I felt a sharp pain stabbing at my ear drums, as if a bomb had exploded within my head. Due to the fact that I watched "The Numbskulls" as a child, I thought that one of the little people in my brain had unfortunately passed away. ...read more.

Conclusion

I took the law into my own hands; I threw a plastic knife at the boy's face. Unfortunately, my idea of justice at the time, led to the boy erupting tears, as if he were Krakatau. As his mother glared at me as if she was a hawk, and I was her prey. I made eye contact for a second, then realised that you should never make eye contact with a predator. I slowly turned around, slouched in my chair, closed my eyes and slept. *** Shudder awoke me from my wondrous dreams, of how I was a hero, saving the world from evil monsters. These shudders shook every bone in my body, I could hear them rattling, as if I were a maraca. My instant thoughts were those of catastrophe, the plane was going to crash with the hard earth, or we may drown in the ice cold seas. I may as well open my eyes; see the cabin painted red with the blood of my fellow passengers. Yet, I couldn't force myself to open them; maybe if I don't see it, it won't happen. Through the chaotic thoughts, I heard a voice, which bounced around my head. It was my mother's voice. "Hamza, we're here, we have arrived in Pakistan." ...read more.

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