The living

Prologe

Hope you like it! its the first series I've ever wrote! If you have any ideas, tips or anything please leave a comment! ;) It may take some time but i promise it will eventually get completed. I assure you this is not a fan-fic!!! :-)

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" Unfortunately, we have attained a minor oil leak therefore I strongly advise you to fasten your seat belt and try to remain calm. If you should require any help doing so do not hesitate to ask any employee for assistance" the informative stewardess announced. At first, everybody WAS calm, until the minor oil leek progressed into a major oil leek! There was panic amongst the passengers of flight HY12 as (gradually) the oil had begun to leak dramatically, consequently, causing the right wing to catch fire, which was eventually accompanied by the left! The dramatic blaze was petrifying. The pale blue carpet slowly started slipping as the unsteady plane tilted to the right. The yellow emergency, oxygen masks released from the ceiling of the plane. There was a panic as people rapidly reached for their mask and fiddled with the strap attempting to affix it to their, and in some cases their childrens, faces as quickly as possible. The plane was flying miles of course (fast). Everybody was screaming and worrying: Am I about to die? What's happening? Why me? The left wing was hanging by a single, persistent bolt. The bolt was already loosening soon it would completely be off, leaving the plane with one flaming wing; with every precious second the sturdy bolt loosened a fraction more. The bolt finally gave in and the left wing went flying through the air. The plane was plummeting down through the thick air. The plane was speeding down through the clouds. The plane was going to crash!

Sorry about any spelling mistakes. Everytime I re-read it I change every mistake I see! If you are the first person to comment Chapter One will be dedicated to you!!! :)