This is a story im planning to write later on.

The Airport

Im here. The airport. The place where I am regretting to be. The place where I have to get in an airplane. Not my home. Not my room. Not on the couch, snuggling with my mother. I am not scared of the airplane itself. Not the airport itself. Not the people. Not the animals. Not anything the airport possesses.

I am afraid of my mind. My memory. My family. Their gravestones. Especially the dearest to me, My mother. Her grave. Its all coming back to me.

My family was killed in an airplane crash. Everything was burning. I was under a seat when I woke up. I was awoken by the screaming. I was stuck under the seat. I was trying to get out. Stuck. Barely can breath. I saw my Mother. Crying, in the middle of the flames, BURNING. I suddenly had a burst of strength. I got out of under the seat. She was right there. I ran to her and pulled her out the flames, but burning myself severely. She was black with burn marks, crying my name, even though she was in my arms. I told her I was with her. She told me it was too late for her and told me to run. I refused and started crying. She still kept telling me to run as I kept refusing. She handed out her hand, then pointed to the rest of the dead, burning, and screaming people. I cried even more, then I saw my father, he was the only other part of our family. I ran to him. He was covered with flames. I put my hands in the flames to wake him up. Nothing. I shake him even harder. Nothing. Burning my hands, I do it harder, and still nothing. Then there was a rumble in the ground. I take my hands out of the flames and look at my mother. The ceiling started collapsing. I yelled, "NO!" Then the ceiling collapsed on my mother. I fainted because of the smoke.

Now, Im here. In the airport. Next to my director from the orphanage. Sending me across the United States. To another orphanage. Thinking, of the airplane. Thinking of my family. Thinking about my mother. Thinking about the accident, on the day I was in this airport.

That escalated very quickly
It's a depressing tale, but I couldn't help but giggle about the irony of the main character has to take another airplane.

It would be a great significance to give. More description on the airplane, like we're it was going or putting more detail into the 5 senses of the main character,you got sight down correctly, but add more smell, like the smell of the burning bodies,or the taste of smoke.

All in all the story made me reflect on depression, and I actually felt something. And you know me, I hate feelings.

But it was soo good I read it an addtional 6 times. It's one hell of a story lil cuz. And I almost cried so you know you did a good job. But my opinion Dosent mean much so don't mind it. ;)

Is very depressive, and a good story, the good place, the good problem, i loved it, i love actually depressive stories and this is cool, keep going.

Quote from Drill

Barely can breath.

My mother always told me not to say anything if it isn't nice. But I'm sorry.

Your story is good but the short sentences make me read it in staccato. It's not "flowing".
It's pretty ironic that I'm the one telling you this, because this is also one of my main problems when writing a story.

nevertheless keep it up, I enjoyed reading it!

Wowch. That really escalacted quickly.

Although the story is well, I think the flaws is just it's a bit repetitive (although that's the one making the story special)
Nice one bro, keep making more c:
Oh, if you wanted to, you can make a wRHG.