creative writing

BANG! the engine is gone all hope lost my tail rudder is shredded to pieces just useless no way to turn, i think to myself i don’t want to die for this rec-hid queen we have i don’t want to die in this balsa wood death machine thoughts racing through my mind thinking of things to do. bullets still piecing through the week canvas outer shell, I am reaching for the leaver to open the canopy, i can’t find the damn leaver, i am fumbling above my trying to find the leaver. the bullets still flying around a couple pierce the canopy, i pull my hand down fast and duck my head down the fire keeps coming and i am losing altitude i need to get out if i want to survive, i stick my hand up once more in a frantic attempt at the leaver. i find the leaver. a sharp ripping pain comes through my hand, my grip loosens on the leaver, ive been shot. i need to get out of here i yank down on the leaver the canopy fly’s back the rain of bullets stops, i see the plane behind me swerve, i take this time to undo my safety harness fumbling at the clip i see the plane behind me start to line up its shot for the final blow, the harness unhooks i grab fasten my parachute, stand up and jump. just as i just the bullets start flying again, a feel of relief comes over me knowing that im out of this damn plane and then BANG this pain in my chest erupts out of no where and im just falling. with the wind carrying me down to the earth one last time.