Dream Of Plane Falling From Sky Novels & Stories

I fell from the hand of the demon and landed on my back on a plane. “Oww,” I groaned and struggled to my feet. The plane was on fire and I did not need to be Einstein to know it was going to crash soon. “Selene!! Hold on!!” A voice said above me and when I looked up I was suddenly in the air, my feet dangling over space my hand in Magnus's grip. “Hold on Selene!!” I could not hold on though and my hands began to slip. Terror seized my heart as my mind focused on the drop below me.

Kenedi POV. I went up to the sky to see the game better, daddy has been teaching me how to fly and now I'm using that newfound skill, flying up to see them. But out of the blue, a guy attacked me, he went right to my wing, hitting my wing and making me scream in pain, as I fell down to earth, this felt worse than when I fell down from heaven, I fell for the second time in my life. Then the darkness took over, I fell asleep and wished to never wake up, waking up was filled with pain, I felt like a big part of me was taken out of me, like my heart was broken into a million peace and I couldn't wake up or open my eyes.

Along the way, everyone who Janike thought was going to take her back wanted to kill her in the end. Her pure heart had suffered a great blow! Suddenly, there was a strong sound of airflow. Philip and the others looked up and saw three transport planes flying over their heads. Boom! Four burly men in armor fell from the sky, each two meters tall. They jumped from a height of 100 meters, landed in front of Philip and the others, and formed four deep pits on the ground! They were here!

unable to remember what happened in the dream I wake suddenly, my heart racing and a lingering feeling of dread. It takes me a moment before everything comes into focus. My eyes take in the ray of light coming from the small window showing that I’m still on the plane. The noise from the staff and other passengers come trickling back in. I can’t believe I fell asleep but it was my last night at home with mama before I got on the plane this morning to head to North Dakota for College.

What really happened? “I think you need further treatment,” said Min Junho, holding my shoulder. I shook my head. “I don't think I'm Kim Hana,” I said and then tried to leave the bed. But my feet seemed numb and I fell. Min Junho then lifted me back up the bed. “You were in a coma for four years, you need therapy to walk normally,” he said. My eyes started to water. This is too absurd and too far from being a dream. But it is common if there are shocking things happening in dreams, don't we automatically wake up? Then when you fell earlier why didn't it happen?

I already peeked on the screen, saw, and heard the news. “Sky!” I pushed Finn and walked toward the TV as it flashed two pictures on the screen, but my eyes were pinned on Sky’s gorgeous face, smiling at me and hearing him promise me he would come home today. I shook my head. He said he would come home today. He promised me we would be together before lunch. Someone held my arm, but my eyes were blurry with tears. “Anj,” I recognized Finn’s worried voice. “No!” I cried, not believing the news. My Sky cannot be dead. They reported the wrong private plane crashing into the mountain. It wasn’t Frank’s picture beside his.

Just to get away from here. But I know that was impossible for now. If I continue to fly without destination, continue to fly in the air without a thought and rest there’s no doubt I would fall and crash. If I were to let the wind just guide me, I will surely get lost. As the stars yearn for the sun in the vast night sky, as the leaves rustle in search of the one. I, too, used to have a dream. A dream in which cherry blossom petals fell freely from the sky while the dove and crow flew freely in contrast, but still in ethereal beauty.

By midnight, she couldn’t sleep. The golden glow beneath her skin flickered erratically when she closed her eyes. And when she finally drifted into uneasy rest— She dreamed of falling. Not the fall of Lucifer. Her own. The sky above her wasn’t heaven’s white. It was gold cracking apart. Her wings — those radiant extensions of her power — splintered midair. Feathers of fire turning to ash. Below her waited nothing. No earth. No ground. Just a vast consuming dark. And as she fell, she heard a voice whisper:

Not made to last past the pawful of days Jinx needed to complete his transformation into a god. Speaking of temporary, how long did it take a plane to fall into the ocean anyway? Opening his eyes, Jinx had to blink several times to comprehend what had happened. His plane was impaled in a fluffy white cloud. It was like something out of a cartoon. His plummet to certain death had been halted. But what the hell did he do now?