Upz helped me up (Sorry for the pun. XD) and led me towards the opposite side of the plane. We crossed the broken tail end, and saw someone else - a young girl, not much older than me, who was preganant. A small lay by her, bleeding. Upz looked at me and then at the girl and her child. "Go," I said. "You've helped me till here, Thank you." I propped myself up with a stick lying nearby, as Upz nodded to me and dashed off to help them.
"Married to music - 'nuff said." "Freedom is everything to me."
"Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?" "I shall futterwacken vigorously" ~ Tarrant Hightop, Alice in Wonderland.
"Hi Ranger," I replied when she had finished answering my questions, "I'm Elly, nice to meet you to."
I sniffed around a little bit after I had answered her and caught, first the scent of sand and salt water, second the scent of blood, third the stench's of fear, despair and death, fourth I picked up the sweet scent of my sister, but the sent was tinged with blood. I started to panic a little.
"The beach is around 60 meters that way, if you want to go and help look after the wounded and hurt, I'm gonna go and find my sister and I'll bring back whomever else I find. Unless you want to come with me and help, that is." I said to her quietly.
It wasn't that I was weird or anything but I had a heightened scene of smell. I could smell, blood or emotion, the scent of a person, or the scent of anything really. It was just heightened when it was smelt by me; it had been like that since I was born.
Driver chooses the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole.- Dean to Sam, Supernatural
"The beach is around 60 meters that way, if you want to go and help look after the wounded and hurt, I'm gonna go and find my sister and I'll bring back whomever else I find. Unless you want to come with me and help, that is."
I considered sticking out on my own again, but instantly berated myself for the thought. There was safety in numbers - I ought to know that. "I'll go with you," I said. "Thanks for offering. There's safety in numbers, after all - who knows what lives on this island?"
"We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?"
Bryan|The crash I pulled my suitcase of the compartment and I started searching it. After 20 minutes of searching, I found my cellphone. I turned it saying "C'mon c'mon c'mon." The phone finally turned on and I looked at the top left corner. It was empty there was no reception. I finally left the plane and started searching for other passengers.
Snow had been on a plane last she could remember, but now, she came-to when a spray of cold, salty water splashed into her mouth. Her feet were brushing against the sandy bottom of the shallows. Further up the beach she could see part of a plane, over which she could see the tops of trees, and several rocky protrusions. Then, voices, Snow could hear voices! "Hello?" she called cautiously. Standing and walking out of the water, Snow found that there were new footprints on the sand, and these she followed around the plane parts.
We count the bad things in life because it's a number we can manage
We don't count the good things because the number would be too big for comprehension
If I had something to say... I'd tell someone else. :)
My head throbbed vigorously. I slowly opened my eyes and suddenly felt amazingly dizzy. I vomited instantly, and then fell to my back. Where was I? What happened?
I wanted to rub my pounding head, but it would probably trigger me to lose whatever else was in my half-empty stomach. Staying on my back, I twisted my head to take a glance of my surroundings. A pile of puke. Sunny sky. Damp sand and some shells. It wasn't easy to see these things. My vision was edged with black.
What do I do? I let out a slurred scream. "HAHELMP!" I couldn't even understand what I was saying. Help? "HAHELMP! DISSEH! STAHMICK!" Talking made me almost throw-up again.
One hand of mine clenched my stomach. My other rubbed my temples. "Hahelmp..." I threw-up again, and closed my eyes. "Hahelmp..."
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My eyes flutter open. Why did I wake up? Then it comes again, a sharp pull on my hair. I am laying on my side and the first thing I see is a strange red bird standing in front of me. He maliciously tugs my hair again, probably thinking it's some sort of nesting material. "Stop" I try to scream at it but can't because my throat is extremely dry. I try to wave my arm to scare it away but discover that I can't feel my right arm that I'm laying on. I use my left arm to push myself into a sitting position. Where am I? Then the memories rush back. An airplane. Falling. Screaming. Then blackness. The airplane must have crashed! Just then I hear something that sounds like "Hahelmp" I look around me to see someone laying only a few yards from me. It comes again. I send orders to my right arm to move but nothing happens. I look down and see my arm swollen up into a balloon. I wonder what happened? "I'm coming" I try to say but cough instead. First things first, I need to find water...
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“The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.” ― Mark Twain
“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.” ― Ray Bradbury
"Ok, then, let's get going, I really don't fell like spending the night in the forest. Come on, she's this way," I said before leading the way into the dark undergrowth. I walked quickly and quietly through the forest, the girl, whatever her name was. I'd forgotten it almost as soon as she had said it, trailed a little bit behind and I waited impatiently for a few seconds before she caught up. I continued onwards once she had caught up and eventually we walked into a clearing that was a little bit too bright, I blinked a little before my eyes adjusted to the light. Once they had I noticed a small lump of clothes and blond hair. I ran over and turned her over onto her back, it was my sister, thank god, thank… god. I put my ear to her chest and heard the bubub - bubub of her heart and even though it wasn’t very steady, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Driver chooses the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole.- Dean to Sam, Supernatural
I hear someone reply to my slurred screams. My vision is hazy, but I can make out a girl with long hair. I am less dizzy now, and I figure I don't have anything left in my stomach to vomit, so I slowly stand up. My head begins pounding again. I ignore it and try to cough out words, but my throat is dry. "You okay? I'm Catch." I say. It probably was more slurred than I imagined. Turning my head, I see the girl's arm and I nearly lose my lunch again. We need to get help.
The first thing I noticed was how blue the sky was, and how beige the ground was. I must have been lying on a beach somewhere. I couldn't think of any other explanation.
Then I noticed the searing pain in the left side of my face. I sat up slowly, the blue and beige world spiraling around me, and put a hand to my face, none too gently. "Ow!" I shouted. I looked at my hand--surprisingly, there was no blood. I touched my face again, very lightly this time. The skin felt...burned. Well, at least I wasn't losing any blood.
I stood up unsteadily, staggering sideways a few steps, and looked around. I had guessed right--I was on a beach, standing in the wreckage of a plane. That's right--I had been flying! And then...
Something had gone wrong. I remembered jumping out of my seat and trying to get the plane under control again. It had started spinning around and around, so fast that my eyes couldn't focus on anything outside. And then it fell, still spinning, until-- That's when my memory jumped to the beach. I must have gotten knocked out.
I twisted around to look behind me, and it was like someone stabbed me in the ribs. I felt up and down my side. There--two broken ribs. My day was just getting better and better.
The girl I performed CPR sat up and looked around dazed. Without even looking at me, she stood up and ran off. "That was weird," I said standing up.
CRACK!
The cliff broke suddenly and I screamed as I fell. Moments later, I was submerged in the water, and my mind went black.
Writing your name can lead to writing sentences. And then the next thing you'll be doing is writing paragraphs, and then books. And then you'll be in as much trouble as I am!
There was no end to the pain, i wasnt sure if the baby was about to be born or if i hurt myself earlier. I had to make it to my destination, i just had too. It would assure my safety away from him. I cant hold back my groans. Emma isn't a simple minded kid, she leans over with a worried expression, " Mommy whats wrong... I'll call for help." She says runing away before i can stop her.
Do the people think that they will be left to say, "We believe" and they will not be tried? (29:2)
We came upon a clearing, and as the sunlight half-blinded me, I nearly missed the girl lying on the ground. Elly ran up to her, checking her heartbeat, and breathed a sigh. I assumed it was in relief.
I ran to join her, kneeling by the girl's side. She had a pulse, and she didn't look that bad, although she was unconscious. Maybe she'd hit her head, but I started scanning her for wounds, just in case.
"I think she's okay," I said. "I know a little about this kind of thing - surviving in the wild and injuries and stuff. I can't tell for sure, though." Unfortunately, I wasn't in good shape myself, I realized. Although panic had given me strength a few minutes ago, my arm dangled limply, my head pounded, and my leg hurt. But I was conscious, and I was probably better off than a lot of other people.
"We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?"
i suddenly came to looking about at my surroundings I noticed the green surrounding me. The plane had crashed and I had barely had time to grab my backpack for emergencies that I always take with me. My sky dive though had been misjudged and I had ended up in a tree rather than in the ocean I had seen as planned. I looked at my arms and legs I was tangled up in vines dangling like a broken marionette. Great I had passed out and now I couldn't even help anyone.
I lifted my feet only to find my torso supported by more vines. If I couldn't get some help I'd be up here for a while. I called out hoping to alert any of my fellow survivors of the crash and not savages or cannibals. "Hey I'm up here survival expert here someone please help me down. Unless you are a cannibal that wants to eat me."
So much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens. Red Wheel Barrow by- William Carlos Williams
There was nothing he enjoyed more than a good book. He'd wander into the study, take down some leather-bound volume, and eat it. — Terence Brady (dog owner)
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