Random Short Stories

I never liked planes

I never liked planes. It's weird. It's a huge machine flying in the sky. It's heavy but it can fly. Now I'm sitting here. In a plane. In the sky. On the way to see the love of my life.
He moved to New York. He moved to New York City to make his dreams come true. He's on Broadway now. I'm on my way in this plane to see him on Broadway. To see him making his dreams come true.
I have music in my ears to calm myself down. I have my eyes closed and I try to sleep. But I can't. I can't sleep in a big, heavy machine in the sky.
I open my eyes and take off my head phones. I look out of the window. It's night. Below us are just the lights of a city. It looks tiny but kinda nice. It's quiet. Just a little child is screaming somewhere.
There's a stewardess. She's blonde, young and has a big smile on her face. She seems nice. An old stewardess calls her. The young blonde goes to her. I'm watching. They talk. They talk quietly. Slowly the big smile on the stewardess' face faints. It's gone. Her big happy smile changed into a worried expression. She shakes her head. Just a little. She looks around. She looks at every passenger. Now she looks at me. She forces a smile. Her eyes remain worried.
The stewardesses go into different directions. They walk from one end to the other and more stewardesses do the same. It feels hectic. They seem worried. They seem worried while everyone on this heavy machine in the sky is asleep. Just one child is crying somewhere. The young blonde stewardess walks past again. A forced smile but worried eyes.
She tells everyone to fasten their seat belts. She tells me to fasten my seat belt.
It goes on like this for a bit then the stewardesses are gone. It's quiet. Just one child is screaming and crying. Just one child out of hundreds of people.
Suddenly there's a loud sound. Like an explosion. A loud explosion sound and gasping.
It's not quiet anymore. Some people are screaming. Some people are crying.
I look out of the window. The lights get bigger. The lights come closer. They come closer really fast.

I never liked planes. A huge heavy machine that is supposed to fly yet it's in pieces on the ground. I'm laying here between those pieces. Here I lay, my eyes closed. I was on my way to see the love of my life. I weakly open my eyes. The sun is rising. It's quiet. Not even one child is screaming or crying. There's blood on my hands. There's blood on my legs. There's blood everywhere. There are people. There's the young blonde stewardess and there's the old stewardess.  Their eyes are closed but they're not asleep. They lay in pieces of a plane. Of a huge heavy machine that is supposed to fly.