The First Attempt

Over the course of the next week, I began to feel that the pain, fear and uncertainty in my life was to no end. If I was to live and die in my pitiful, pain-ridden life, I felt it wasn't worth stretching out the agony. A plan began to form in my mind.

That One Time I Flew

It had beenย a perfect full moon, August night with clear skies when I started; the flash of lightning roughly a half mile away over the peak next to mine threw my shadow down a steep ravine, heading my way. I quickly calculated my odds, and they weren't good.

The Abduction (kind of)

If he lied to get me this far, it couldn't be good. I started screaming and struggling against his vice-like grip as he started dragging me down the jetway. The attendants, suddenly wide eyed and alarmed, began to close in on my father and I.

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