TICK-TOCK...TICK-TOCK ( NaNoWriMo Day 15 HWR)

TICK-TOCK...TICK-TOCK

Somewhere over the Atlantic, a violent storm shakes a Boeing 747. The pilot is giving it his best shot to navigate.

Driving rains come down in sheets and the storm has whipped up into a wild frenzy. The powerful gales toss the plane like a stray kite. Panic stricken screams and cries from children and adults alike rent the air. Outside, a wing is up in flames, fast engulfing the windows.There's an explosion in the cockpit. A short circuit has ripped the engines off with a bang. The plane is losing altitude by thousands.

10000 ft

Jamie faces her worst fears! Oxygen masks drop down and she takes a deep gulp…

Is this how I'm fated to die?

7000 ft

Time itself slows down.

I'd read that a crash in the waters had a similar impact of that of the ones on concrete….

I’d read it takes 170 seconds for a plane to plummet to its doom from 30000ft.

5000 ft

Inside, there is a crunch of glass, severe decompression and the ferocious heat from the melting metal is unbearable.

2000 ft

The plane is now a ball of fire surging through the skies, like a comet tailing thick smoke.

What was the name of the woman who survived a free fall from a parachute?

There’s the ground…!

500 ft

She hears an ear-splitting boom, a shrill buzz and then pure static before she slips into unconsciousness.

Ground zero!

The sea and the sky become one. At the waterfront people are flabbergasted even as the skies light up like fireworks and starbursts as the plane blows apart into smithereens. The smoldering wreckage and debris rains all over the Atlantic.

It makes the headlines and breaking news within hours.

It was the deadliest aviation disaster involving a Boeing 747...

Pic Courtesy:Pixabay

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