Please enjoy this creative writing about a plane crash typed by Adam and William.
I opened my eyes and dark back smoke surrounding barley visible was the burnt out wreckage of the bunt out plane. I saw boiling hot chunks of metal flying like rockets into the air, all I could smell where fumes from the fuel making it hard to breath I could almost taste the fuel I could here other passengers screaming for help. I tried to crawl but I was frozen with fear I could feel blood down my leg I needed to get out from the danger but should I try north or east?
Slowly I found the strength to crawl out and carry on carefully trying to dodge the hot metal raining down a screaming passenger held out his hand pleading for help. I managed to move a gigantic piece of the planes wing trapping his leg. It took all my strength and I had to ignore my own pain.
Suddenly I heard a rustling in the trees and the deafening sirens from the rescue boat. A man appeared out of the smoke with rescue equipment relief washed over me. I knew I was saved I was ready to follow a new direction. The pain in my leg so bad I could feel consciousness slipping away again.
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