High above the water, soaring through the clouds, destroying them in your wake.
Left, right, sharp corner. A looping so steep you almost fall from the safety of your chair.
Now it comes, make speed.
More.
More!
(Here we go, a run-up and we are off.)
Higher, faster, we will make it, you will see.
The wind pushes back, and- Oh no!
This is actually happening! We are going to crash.
The water coming closer with every other nanosecond.
No wind nor steering can save you at this point. This is it, the end.
In another moment the paper plane is submerged in the pool, sinking to the bottom.
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Write to Rank | 2023
ActionChallenge submissions for the Write to Rank contest 2023.
