Every Thursday we face a challenge to tell a story in three minutes. We know not all of them will be winners, but it’s a great opportunity to grow as writers and push the envelope of creativity. We hope you’ll be inspired to do something similar.
It was like the scariest roller coaster anyone had ever invented. People were screaming at the top of their voices, yet I was dead silent. I realize now that using the word dead, in most circumstances was fine, but today it seemed…crass. I glanced around the cabin. People of all ages, races, and walks fumbled with oxygen masks, trying in desperation to remember what the flight attendants had explained at the beginning of the flight. How do I inflate this jacket? I’ve seriously flown about a thousand times. I’ve heard their speech just as many, but I can’t even remember where my exit row was.
You never think something like this would happen to you. We lost the first engine about three minutes ago, I guess. Who knows how long we’ve been plummeting. It seems like thirty seconds and an hour at the same time. I’d have figured my life would be flashing before my eyes by now but clearly that is just an idea—