Dream Of Plane Falling From Sky Novels & Stories

A gentle one, like the Ferris wheel, but with an edge of danger that just made it al the more fun. She didn’t really think they’d plummet out of the sky any more than she believed that a carnival Ferris wheel might break free and go rolling down the arcade. And no Ferris wheel in the world had a view like this. Not even swooping in to land on an itty-bitty strip that looked smaller than a Wal-Mart parking lot spoiled her mood. She buckled in and braced herself with a hand on her box so it wouldn’t fall on Toby as the plane dropped, and her stomach tried to stay where it had been. She found herself

CARGO PLANE. 6 people. The strike team. Ethan. Selena. *Maya*. *Connor*. 2 other soldiers. The plane was old. Loud. Flying low to avoid Cult patrols. Outside the window: The Black Moon. It had been 1 year. But it still felt wrong to see it there. Huge. Red-black. Covering half the sky. Connor looked sick. "I hate this sky." "Me too." Maya said. "But we’re gonna change it."

“You know I'll never leave you.” The trouble God brought me never stopped, and I had to face the challenge again and again. I wish I could get over it. I wish I could get away from here and enjoy the autumn scenery in the Alps. And when I am truly free, it will be so. I fell asleep in Frade's arms. In my dream, I saw a white butterfly with wings flying in the valley. She flew higher and higher and finally disappeared into the endless sky. “Mom, did I do it right?” I shouted to the sky.

My breathing turned jagged, painful. My mind spiraled into every nightmare I’d ever fought to escape. Someone was watching me. Someone knew. Someone didn’t want me to find the truth about my family. My throat closed as I struggled to inhale. The phone slipped from my hands and hit the floor with a dull thud. “No… no, no.. I whispered, clawing at the sheets, fighting for air Not again… please no… Images flashed behind my eyes—twisted metal, flames, my mother screaming, the sickening drop of a free-falling plane. Myself curled against the seat, sobbing, begging for another chance.

“Shh… it's okay… it's okay. Edward whispered. His breath was hot against Camila's ear. Her quivering nerves began to relax. She looked up at him, feeling suddenly ashamed and slowly untangled her arms from him, feeling glad that the dim light hid the flush in her face. - I'm sorry. My dream scared me a lot. 'What were you dreaming about?' He arched his eyebrows questioningly. “It was so weird. We had a plane crash. Camilla let out a sigh. Eduardo shook his head and smiled at her. “It was just a dream, a figment of our imagination. Then he gave a reassuring smile. “Don't worry, this is a high-tech, computer-guided jet designed to be tough in all weather conditions and our pilots are highly tr

If I reach out just enough, I can touch the branches. He shouts for me to let go, but I’m scared. I count to five and close my eyes, put both my arms out, and feel the soft rays of the sun breaking through the clouds while I let go. For a split second, it feels like I’m flying—almost soaring. Just when I remember to grab onto the ropes, I start falling. I scream, but there’s no sound coming from my mouth. I’m suspended in the air. Then, into a darkened abyss, I fall deeper and deeper, the light of day disappearing from view.

But Ji’lahni shoot him a look and his ass started looking around trying to find something on the chopper walls. “Do I look like a paratrooper to you? NO! You know why because I’m not jumping off no fucking plane. What kind of bullshitfuckeryhorseshit is you talking about, jumping off a fucking plane. Do he not see h in how high in the air we are? We can’t even see the damn ground.” Ji’lahni said, pacing. “That’s one new cuss word.” Trixie said, laughting. “Talking about a parachute, you know what how about I parachute your nuts. Talking about putting on a mothafuckingbullshitass parachute and jumping out a damn plane.” Mina, looking at Blaze like he was the one who said it. “That’s two.” Tr

At least then I would be able to fly and I wouldn’t have to worry about large planes falling from thousands of feet up in the sky and killing everybody. I exhale a huge breath through my mouth. Then I mimicked the breathing exercises again until I feel myself calm down a little. I finally turn to Zade, who has been waiting for my response like we have all the time in the world. We’ll probably be dead by the time he thinks of a way to get us out of here. Because let us face it, I am not jumping out of a plane. Ever! “What do you say?” he asks, his lips tipping up in a half smile.

× Dixie × When I fall unconscious, I don’t just fall into the dark abyss of sleep; I fall into a different world as well. At first, I see myself in a world filled with darkness. Nothing but color black. Slowly, the darkness fades, starting from the sky. The dark empty horizon then forms into tangible things like trees, mountains, and a large bright sky filled with clouds and birds flying from a distance. Right before me is a gentle water stream falling from a height a little above mine.

I'm really beginning to think that black, white, and grey are Alex's favourite colours. From the windows of the plane, the wing engine is semi illuminated, the lower half shining around the rim, the upper half is several shades darker. As the plane dips, the line between the shadow and light moves. I can see the clearer view of the sky and it looks like heaven. The clouds are like soft cotton woops and the background, a blue pool held together by gravity. An air hostess in a short blue skirt and suit served us wine and cake. Alex kept on staring out the window leaving my thoughts to keep me company. Everything seems fine and is going well till the jet hits a rock and began spiralling down to