Before Christmas I shared that I’d decided to produce as a piece of creative writing based on a dream. So here it is. This is my first foray into creative writing in 40+ years and while I could spend lots of time working on it to make it more descriptive, more colourful I believe it will be more beneficial to open it up for feedback – I’m looking to develop my skills and knowledge – so please be honest 🙂 There’s no point in making lots of changes headed in wrong direction – I know there are a lot of talented writers out there, so I’m looking forward to reading your feedback and comments.
I am also feeling quite exposed and nervous/anxious but if I don’t do this, I can’t move forward.
Its a perfectly ordinary day, the people of the city are going about their daily business. They are caught up in the hustle and bustle of the city – no time to stop to appreciate the beautiful morning. The sun is shining. Even in this beautiful city of tall buildings, of skyscrapers of concrete and glass, where sun is reflected off the glass, such a beautiful but ordinary routine day, the people are busy.
Suddenly there is fire in the sky and the calm of the normal day is shattered by flaming balls tearing through the blue. A massive space rock had broken up as it entered the atmosphere and now there is an amazing light display as the people stop to watch the meteorites streaking overhead, awestruck by the spectacle on show. Too soon the force of nature is over and the people return to what they were doing, excitement for the day over.
The passenger jet in the skies above hadn’t even been noticed by the people. Its a city, planes are a normal part of the environment. its reassuring that after the meteorite things are back to normal – the buildings are still standing and the planes are still flying. The meteorites will no doubt land away from the city.
The plane above now feels closer, why is it flying lower? It seems too near – almost as if you could reach out and touch it – but it still seems to be on course, seems to be being flown in a controlled manner. But then it turns slightly – changing course or was there a hint of a wobble? Now the fire in the side of the plane is visible – smoke and flames emerging from the hole punched in the side of this white mechanical bird that has become an albatross. It starts to weave a bit through the air. The pilot is fighting, struggling to keep this massive beast in the air, avoiding the buildings, avoiding the people. The people of the city are watching again, they have been stopped in their tracks, dumbstruck by the plane in distress. They watch as it veers left and right, almost going along the streets. It vanishes from view, but there is silence: no bangs, no crashes or explosions; the people hold their breath, anxiously waiting for what comes next …
After a few seconds that lasted a lifetime the plane reappears and the pilot has managed to land the cockpit safely, without crashing into any buildings. Its a miracle to see them down safely. After a few seconds everyone bursts into applause before rushing to what remains of the plane and congratulate the cockpit crew for a successful landing – not yet wondering what happened to the rest of the plane.
If you made it to the end of my writing, I’d really welcome all feedback so I can improve my skills, technique etc. I know I’m more used to writing factual, academic material so this is a big shift for me and I’m not really sure what I should be doing – so please share your comments with me below.
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