Creative Writing Blog #4

I love this writing; I think I used a lot of strategies very well. I love the way I used very good diction in many places, i like how this adds a more formal feel to the reading. I also like how I used dialogue. I think this causes the reader to add some meaning to the reading. I also liked how I used some foreshadowing in the beginning of the reading too. I really like ths writing for many reasons, do you like it too?

My Writing:

Logan Goldberg

Bell 3

Creative Writing Character & Plot Writing

04/04/14

The Follower

            “Welcome aboard! Have fun in Bermuda!” I said to every passenger boarding the airplane. 

            “Thanks! You too!” Replied the passengers.

            Today was going to be my first flight to Bermuda. This was a pilot’s dream flight. You get to see the beautiful views and all of the passengers face’s light up as they step on to the beautiful island. I was ready to fly the lengthy flight. My life was perfect; I loved my house, my job, and all my friends. I had dreamed for a long time to fly to Bermuda, today was the day.

            I was heading to the airport just like a regular day, I was the happiest I have ever been. I was so thrilled for the day ahead of me. My flight attendants and I cleaned the air craft and got the plane all set for the next flight. As we phoned the front desk to inform them we are ready for boarding, we hear the crowd cheer, full of delight.  Although we were al eager for the trip, there was one problem- the plane was only half full.

                        I saw two guys walking on together one obese and one very fit. I was not one to judge but I thought this was very odd. I kept going with my routine with greeting passengers and forgot about the two men. Although within the next few hours I would never be able to forget them ever again.

            As the passengers were boarding the airplane they complemented me on my looks. I had a scruffed beard, was tall, with blonde spiked hair, and posture like a man with confidence. This made me a little uncomfortable and feeling out of the sort, but what the heck I was going to fly to Bermuda.

            As we taxied to the runway I double-checked everything so nothing could possibly go wrong. I checked all of it, the brakes, the lights, the traffic navigation, but I forgot to check the dang fuel. It was the worst mistake of my life. I will never forget how it all went down…

            OOH! You want me to tell you the story? Okay.

            Well as I already told you we were on our way to Bermuda with our tank almost half full. This was not enough to get all the way to Bermuda. We were out in the middle of the ocean; I was taking in the marvelous views of the ocean surrounding us. Then my co pilot notices a deserted island and pointed it out to me.

            Me being myself said “Whatever it’s deserted for a reason.”

            Little did I know I was going to need this island to stay alive. This is when everything started to go wrong. The fuel light went off and started beeping; I was freaked out, this had never happened. I called air traffic control and asked what the problem was, and they said that the meter had been stuck for a while and was being fixed when we landed in Bermuda. This was not the problem. The meter wasn’t broken, and we weren’t going to land in Bermuda.

            I could feel the airplane was low on fuel because our speed and altitude were going down a lot. I knew what I had to do. I took a sharp right turn and headed back for the island we saw two minutes ago.

            “We are going to execute a crash landing on a dieserted island and will have to evacuate when we land,” I explained to the frightened passengers.

            It was the worst experience of my life. All I could think about was how could this happen? This is my entire fault! I just ruined these people’s lives! I just ruined my life! Everything is going to change! All I remember is going down into the jungle of the island and calling air traffic control informing them on our location. Then I blacked out.

            I woke up under a canopy of palm trees, it was one of the most beautiful sites I had ever seen. Then I looked to my right. I saw the crashed plane and two survivors walking away. This was the worst feeling I had ever felt, my heart sank to my feet, this was all my fault then realized these were the two men walking on the plane that I had talked about earlier. These two men the skinny and very fit one, whose named I found out to be pat was dressed in a nice suit ready for the day ahead of him, and about to conquer the road. The more obese one, whose name was Arnold, he wore sweat pants and a sweatshirt with food stains on it and wobbled sort of like a penguin. I decided to follow them. But not to talk to them I didn’t know if they would be furious with my decision to crash land.

            I followed them throughout the island for two weeks, which was when the air traffic controllers finally found us, but that is later in the story. I had followed them to food, to water, and even saw how they made their shelter. I was living their life but they didn’t know it. As I followed them over the short period of time, which felt like a whole lifetime. I discovered a lot about them. Arnold was trying to lose weight and Pat was trying to help Arnold. Pat would run every day and Arnold would try his best to keep up the pace. Almost every day they would disagree over the simplest of thing because they were both set in their ways. I also noticed Arnold was very smart, he built the shelter and knew exactly how to find food and water. I also found out that Pat was a very active person and wanted best for others, which is why he was trying to push Arnold to the best of his capability. These are some great guy, I thought.

            Although it was very lonely and at times I just wanted to confront them, I couldn’t because I didn’t know how angry they were with me, or if they were angry at all. When we were rescued, I talked to them and they said they weren’t mad at me at all and would’ve loved to have me with them. On the plane back to the United States, we talked about our lives and our careers back home. They already knew I was the pilot of course, I was in the uniform. I then asked them the dreaded question “Are you mad at me?”

            They replied “Of course not. The plane ran out of fuel, how in the world could you have controlled that?”

            “How did you know the plane ran out of fuel?’ I asked

            “You said it when we first started the descent to the island.” Explained the passengers.

            I had no idea I had explained this to the passengers. I then found out they would have; loved to have me with them on the island because I would have given the resources they desperately needed, whatever that meant.

            We are still friends to this day, and every year we take our annually “Remembrance” trip to Bermuda to remember what brought us all together.

            As we sit on the airplane about to land in Bermuda I still think, “Was it my fault?”