Friday, 16 August 2013

Waterloo

This is a story I had written for a contest. The theme of the story was 'Graveyard' and had to be written in 110 words. For some reason I couldn't enter the contest so decided to post it here. Here goes...

12 years of flying couldn’t prepare him for anything like this. The clear sky betrayed the violent trembling his plane faced; as it would in a storm. As the radio died on him panic rose through his body like fire. Smoke billowed from the left engine. It was inevitable. He was falling ferociously fast. The end came quickly as the plane crashed; disintegrating as it hit ocean floor sending up a big cloud of sand. Peaceful calm enveloped the turbulence of the crash as the plane joined countless other crafts in the watery grave.

Newspapers carried a small article next day.

“Bermuda Triangle: Aircraft, pilot go missing over devil’s triangle.”


The End

10 comments:

  1. conceiving the blue 'watery grave', when one usually visualises graveyards with tombs embalmbed with creepers and a riot of grey dark hues, this one stands out brilliantly.
    way to go bro

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  2. Brilliant. You had made me read this. Loved reading it once again.

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