The plane crashed down into the jungle night, metal screaming and smoke pluming into the sky. Robert could feel each soul as it tore free of imprisoning flesh. The metal of the seatbelt dug into his gut fingers gripping tightly to the orange seat in front. The plane judder to a halt amid the trees, the silence after the crash was eerie, it sent a spike adrenalin down Robert’s spine as he unclipped his lap belt. “Hello?” he called but the plane was empty and the jungle was silent. 400 passengers and crew gone. Robert was alone in the darkness.
chimera prompt: jungle
About Me
- Apryl
- An anthropology/Art student dropout from California turned illustrator, turned blogging crafter and geek, with a few stops in between. I live in the middle of England, with my husband (a photographer), and an incredibly industrious and inventive five year old son. I’m busy juggling jewellery making, vintage book painting, occasional knitting (badly), baking, and I mustn’t forget all the blogging. I use everything that I see and dream as inspiration. When I‘m not crafting or in the kitchen I can usually be found with my nose in a book.
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