Fragment of Hope

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic

So this is a writing excersise that I got from an iPod app: The challenge was to write a story based on an image of a plane taking off/landing. Tell me how I did! I only had 15 minutes...:)

  I sank into the hard, uncomfortable chair near a large rectangular window.  The sky was grey and foggy, but it was kind of beautiful.  Today, we didn't need sun or heat.  At least I didn't.

  Today was the day I'd been waiting for.  For two years.  My boyfriend had been away at war for two whole years...and today he was finally coming home.

  The airport was busy, women and families milling around in stores and coffee shops.  They were all here for the same reason I was--someone they loved was coming home.

  Or not.

  Some of the families hadn't heard any news.  They didn't know where there soldier was, or if he was even alive.  No one knew too much, but some people didn't know anything at all.  That very thought broke my heart. 

  I knew where he was, at least.  I knew that he'd been in Iraq, stationed in Baghdad, on a peace-keeping mission.

  That was it.

  I didn't know what they had made him do.  I had no idea what he would be like when he got home.  That scared me, but I just had to hold onto hope.

   A women next to me gasped.  She was turned around in her seat staring out the window, calling her children's names.  I  swiveled around--and clutched my stomach.

  There was a plane landing.  It was gigantic, metal, and it had a Canadian flag on the side.  It was an ugly shade of greyish-green--that's why I knew it was them.

  It was him.

  I stood, my Starbucks latte shaking in my hands.  I walked towards the terminal doors, excited yet nervous.  I knew that he would be coming out at any moment. 

  A small part of me wondered how I should approach him at first, but I stopped myself from thinking it through.  Instead, I stood with the rest of the families, holding onto a tiny fragment of hope.


Submitted: November 20, 2010

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janedoe97

that was really good. great job. (:

Sat, November 20th, 2010 7:01pm

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(:

Sat, November 20th, 2010 11:28am

AmandaJean

wait is the guy dead??
i know its not the point but i want to know

Sun, November 21st, 2010 9:47am

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No, that's not how I planned for it to end...

Sun, November 21st, 2010 9:59am

SerenaDicicco

that was really good. I cant right a story that good if you gave me 3 day! Amazing job! :)

Mon, November 22nd, 2010 2:57pm

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Thanks

Mon, November 22nd, 2010 7:56am

pineapple63

So, if your plan wasnt for him to die, what WAS going 2 happen?? Curious! Good job, very nice.

Mon, December 27th, 2010 1:49pm

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He was going to come home! :) And thanks very much! :)

Mon, December 27th, 2010 7:42am

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