A small airplane roared in, clipping treetops before smashing between two trees on the ninth hole, tearing off both wings. Terrified golfers dialed 9-1-1.
In minutes a fire engine lumbered across the fairway. “What happened?” a firefighter asked the pilot.
“Don’t ask me,” the pilot replied. “I just got here.”
Ronald Linson lives in New York City. He has a number of stories and poems at bewilderingstories.com, and is currently working on a young adult fantasy novel.
The plane was loud, and the explosion louder, but the air is much worse than both. Unfeeling, it whips my ears as I drop. It’s not the air’s fault, though; I am falling through it.
I should have worn earplugs. My flight is now more deafening than the screaming children.
Corey Orthmann is a freelance writer and mercenary wordsmith-for-hire based in Los Angeles, California.
“Mayday, mayday! Engines have failed!”
Business trip turned into death bed. Panic consumed the cabin, a mix of tears and screams.
My heart dropped as I clutched my phone. The plane descended quickly as I dialed.
It went to voicemail and I said, “I love you,” one last time.
Maddie is an 11th Grade student in New Jersey who loves to write and play volleyball.