Free…I’m sorrowing through the air eyes closed, as the wind hits my face,
I’m scared I say, and at that moment I’m not sure if it’s the danger or the thrill I feel.
I raise my hand, reaching for my parachute latch; I wonder where I’ll land–In a sea of utter
abyss Or in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by the land and it’s pretty pretty trees
then it hits, this, my moment of clarity; I open my eyes and look at the beauty of it all,
experiencing, appreciating and feeling it all for the first time, I let go…
lee
The parachute opened slowly- slowly enough that Alex had a moment to panic. In that moment, she wondered how she had come to this point in her life- this point where she would jump out of a plan for a thrill. After she had reached the ground she had time to reflect, and the question would not leave her mind.
Audra H
Take that proverbial leap of faith. Suck in a breath deep enough to fill your belly with cold fire, then jump from the plane. The air, the wind rush round you. You drop hundreds or more feet per second, the air like a cyclone around you. Then, you land, gracefully on your feet if you prepare, on your face if you’re caugh off guard. But the important thingis you took the chance and reached the end.
There can be few people in history as courageous as the man who invented the parachute. That is assuming, of course, that he tested it himself. Even if he did not, it takes courage to ask someone, in all seriousness, to jump from a height with only a well folded sheet to protect them.
tonykeyesjapan
Falling from the sky. I saw a man and woman holding each other’s hands bracing themselves for their close descent. Tears were flowing from each other’s eyes. They knew it was coming but can they accept the fate that was to be given to them?
I think I need a parachute some days to keep me from falling from atop the wall of all my lies.
Leah
His parachute expanded open as he dropped, almost appearing like a cloud. And then he began to drop more slowly,
Baylee
parachutes are just a way to avoid from falling from high places and dying. Some people use it for fun by base jumping.
quince
an angel without wings
spread her arms wide
carried by the parachute
glides across the sky
giving to her
the illusion of flight.
anonymouse
“Don’t let me fall! I don’t have a parachute!”
“Why didn’t you get one?”
“I was trying to, but then I slipped!”
“This is the worst skydiving trip ever!”
Harold desperately cling to his brother Bob’s hand as the plane they were in continually descended, the pilot knowing full well that Harold could let go sooner than thought. Other skydivers in the plane tried to help.
Belinda Roddie
The parachute refused to unleash itself. I pulled relentlessly at the chord, willing it to grace me to safety. With the ground quickly approaching, I knew I was running out of time.
I’d thought about killing myself. Hell, I’d tried it a few times.
But this? This was wrong. I didn’t want to be remembered like this.
My brain became frantic. Ben’s face came to me, as did Colin and Bobby’s.
What would they do? How would they react?
I didn’t want to find out.
The ground was getting closer.
I mustered all the strength and adrenaline I had left and tugged at the chord. There was a deafening crashing sound.
My vision gave out.
It was like a dream, soaring over the patchwork quilt. He felt weightless, as if he was floating before heaven’s gates above the clouds. To his dismay he continued in a downward descent, his imaginary paradise disintegrating as reality took over. He was reluctant to leave his state as an observer, to once again mingle with the fragile system of humanity.
anonymouse
When my parachute’s broken and gravity’s pulling me down, all I need is you. You, the wings on my shoes, my own personal Hermes, will keep me from death. From heaven and hell, from judgement and absolution.
Because all my running did was bring me to the one thing I couldn’t run from.
You.
Jumping off the plane, the colorful parachute was ejected out of her backpack. Her fall slowed down, as she drifted over the seemingly endless stretch of land below.
anonymouse
Jumping off the plane, the colorful parachute was ejected out of her backback. Her fall slowed down, as she drifted over the seemingly endless stretch of land below.
anonymouse
“Open your parachute!” I screamed at him over the rushing wind. “Pull the tab!”
He looked over at me, panicked. “Pull the tab!” I shouted again, making the motion with my own arm.
He fumbled for it, yanking hard. The parachute unfurled.
I think about falling. I wonder if it will open. Hurling through the air. What if it doesn’t work. The earth is fast approaching. Why would people want to do this. Skydiving what are people thinking? Isn’t life about safety nets?
i knew it was gonna suck. i knew it was gonna be horrible- but i did it because he wanted me to. my dad wanted me to parachute with him and i just had to. i hated heights, but his puppy dog eyes got me into it. and now i was at 100 ft. nice! i just hope i live to see tomorrow.
a story by Dakotah.
Dakotah
I take a leap to fall. I’m dropping! Dropping! Dropping! Bump! … Wait what’s wrong? I’m now going slower. Falling graceful; not rapid at all. I took this leap expecting to plunge. Now I’m flying slowly, no falling at all. I turn on my back in the air; there’s a parachute there.
Parachute fabric. Great for big people. Parachute in. Golden parachute out. Normandy landings.Germans did the first airborne invasion. Parachuted hundereds of troops onto Crete in WW2.
Paul Eveleigh
Totterish pa’s of the par
Graceful,
Collared by the thunder
For the tray to shoo
It’s chute
And Remnant Roar below.
Decaying as a cliff of ramp
To be the trough for closet spoiler.
Parachute, gently gliding through the brightly lit sky. Without a care, effortlessly soaring through the heavens. It’s pilot entangled in a cloudy reverie, as I wish to be.
parachute means that you are free. but it also means that there’s always something to save you from falling too far into despair. maybe your parachute is a person or place. but theres always a way back out. you are always free.
A little parachute of hope is found up there, where the clouds scrape the sky and her, standing there in her aqua blue suede shoes. She fingers the turquoise necklace she wears as the wind catches her hair revealing the sea in little opalescent abalone earrings; it’s always the blues with this one. What she needed was a tinge of pink, like a floating cherry blossom wafting in on the breeze, carrying the weight of realization into her palm.
I strapped my parachute to my back getting ready to jump. There are several things that can make me jump from a site. Oppression of my first amendment rights, overt or underhanded homophobia, rudeness, or being poorly run.
So now I am sitting here and waiting to see if I jump (and warn my writing friends) or if I stay and sing praises. Only time will tell.
Last Saturday I went skydiving with my mom even though I’m terribly afraid of heights. Some actually had to push me out of the plane I was so scared! I screamed like a crazy woman for a few seconds.
I went sky-diving one day even though I was dreadfully afraid of heights. My mom had to literally push me out of the plane! I screamed for a period of 60 seconds, yes I timed it, but after I pulled my shoot I had the time of my life. The view was absolutely incredible.
I dropped out of the sky with a parachute and below the Earth I stood
My shadow and all that was left of the animals in their kingdoms
The little mermaids in the deep blue sea beyond the land
I could see it all from where I was
Like a ghost of itself, there was nobody hanging on to me.
I was free falling and until I let out my parachute the ideas came and went like lightning bolts.
And then I was still, floating in free space and descending into an abyss that I usually called home, but this time it looked much different.
It look like it was heaven… Earth.
when i was younger
i would wear plastic bags
like backpacks, and jump
off the arms of our tattered furniture,
as if attached to a parachute,
and plummet deep into the
ocean’s unforgiving waves —
sometimes, i would land on
mossy cliff sides of Peru and
occasionally skim the canopy
of forgotten rainforests.
the parachute kep me from falling. Great frankly i cant thing of something i woudl less rather write about. Oh wait yes i can: Hear of darkness. (fyi i strongly considered capitalizing that entire title to show my anger). Anyways fun fact im boredo out of my mind, primarily because most of my morning was used to fantasize about the two door cinema club leas singer. SO i havent finshed any of my work, I am craving tons of dresses form free poeple and wish i were rich but not instead i am dead broke, cant spell three owrds in a row and realy want time to be up. Of there it comes.
Josephine
parachutes, orange, silk, men falling from the sky, people being rescued at work, parachuting in to save the day, the office, dull gray, bright white outside, trees blowing int he wind up high, getting caught, flashing, rustling thats it times up
missingtrees
Flying high falling air plane clouds free breeze trust heaven eagle gravity weightless air danger
Meredith Puryear
The soldier did a free descend with his parachute. He was holding a stern and using this killing tool
ASIM YALNIZ
Sometimes I wonder about that one book. You know the one. The book that asks what color your parachute is. I’m not really sure what that’s even about though. What color is my parachute?? I have no idea what color it is or what the significance would be. Most parachutes re bright colors. Probably so airplanes don’t hit you. It’s important for them to be able to see you.
Kaylee
Open you damn thing I screamed. It did of course, but there is always that second as the ‘plane gives birth to you, as you rush and tumble into the void, that you wonder if it’s going to open.
Angus Rose
the parachute failed to open. i felt my body plumeting to the ground. there was nothing i could do. i tugged harder and faster on the cord, still nothing happened. cold air whooshed across my face as i tryed to stop my self from hitting the hard ground. it was futal
em
I’ll use you as a parachute
hold tight
I’ll still fall as a drunken puke
slower plight
I’ll survive impact to boot
perhaps alright
Free…I’m sorrowing through the air eyes closed, as the wind hits my face,
I’m scared I say, and at that moment I’m not sure if it’s the danger or the thrill I feel.
I raise my hand, reaching for my parachute latch; I wonder where I’ll land–In a sea of utter
abyss Or in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by the land and it’s pretty pretty trees
then it hits, this, my moment of clarity; I open my eyes and look at the beauty of it all,
experiencing, appreciating and feeling it all for the first time, I let go…
The parachute opened slowly- slowly enough that Alex had a moment to panic. In that moment, she wondered how she had come to this point in her life- this point where she would jump out of a plan for a thrill. After she had reached the ground she had time to reflect, and the question would not leave her mind.
Take that proverbial leap of faith. Suck in a breath deep enough to fill your belly with cold fire, then jump from the plane. The air, the wind rush round you. You drop hundreds or more feet per second, the air like a cyclone around you. Then, you land, gracefully on your feet if you prepare, on your face if you’re caugh off guard. But the important thingis you took the chance and reached the end.
There can be few people in history as courageous as the man who invented the parachute. That is assuming, of course, that he tested it himself. Even if he did not, it takes courage to ask someone, in all seriousness, to jump from a height with only a well folded sheet to protect them.
Falling from the sky. I saw a man and woman holding each other’s hands bracing themselves for their close descent. Tears were flowing from each other’s eyes. They knew it was coming but can they accept the fate that was to be given to them?
I guess it’s the one thing that will keep me from falling fast to the pavement. The parachute of my family’s sadness.
I think I need a parachute some days to keep me from falling from atop the wall of all my lies.
His parachute expanded open as he dropped, almost appearing like a cloud. And then he began to drop more slowly,
parachutes are just a way to avoid from falling from high places and dying. Some people use it for fun by base jumping.
an angel without wings
spread her arms wide
carried by the parachute
glides across the sky
giving to her
the illusion of flight.
“Don’t let me fall! I don’t have a parachute!”
“Why didn’t you get one?”
“I was trying to, but then I slipped!”
“This is the worst skydiving trip ever!”
Harold desperately cling to his brother Bob’s hand as the plane they were in continually descended, the pilot knowing full well that Harold could let go sooner than thought. Other skydivers in the plane tried to help.
The parachute refused to unleash itself. I pulled relentlessly at the chord, willing it to grace me to safety. With the ground quickly approaching, I knew I was running out of time.
I’d thought about killing myself. Hell, I’d tried it a few times.
But this? This was wrong. I didn’t want to be remembered like this.
My brain became frantic. Ben’s face came to me, as did Colin and Bobby’s.
What would they do? How would they react?
I didn’t want to find out.
The ground was getting closer.
I mustered all the strength and adrenaline I had left and tugged at the chord. There was a deafening crashing sound.
My vision gave out.
It was like a dream, soaring over the patchwork quilt. He felt weightless, as if he was floating before heaven’s gates above the clouds. To his dismay he continued in a downward descent, his imaginary paradise disintegrating as reality took over. He was reluctant to leave his state as an observer, to once again mingle with the fragile system of humanity.
When my parachute’s broken and gravity’s pulling me down, all I need is you. You, the wings on my shoes, my own personal Hermes, will keep me from death. From heaven and hell, from judgement and absolution.
Because all my running did was bring me to the one thing I couldn’t run from.
You.
Jumping off the plane, the colorful parachute was ejected out of her backpack. Her fall slowed down, as she drifted over the seemingly endless stretch of land below.
Jumping off the plane, the colorful parachute was ejected out of her backback. Her fall slowed down, as she drifted over the seemingly endless stretch of land below.
“Open your parachute!” I screamed at him over the rushing wind. “Pull the tab!”
He looked over at me, panicked. “Pull the tab!” I shouted again, making the motion with my own arm.
He fumbled for it, yanking hard. The parachute unfurled.
I think about falling. I wonder if it will open. Hurling through the air. What if it doesn’t work. The earth is fast approaching. Why would people want to do this. Skydiving what are people thinking? Isn’t life about safety nets?
i knew it was gonna suck. i knew it was gonna be horrible- but i did it because he wanted me to. my dad wanted me to parachute with him and i just had to. i hated heights, but his puppy dog eyes got me into it. and now i was at 100 ft. nice! i just hope i live to see tomorrow.
a story by Dakotah.
I take a leap to fall. I’m dropping! Dropping! Dropping! Bump! … Wait what’s wrong? I’m now going slower. Falling graceful; not rapid at all. I took this leap expecting to plunge. Now I’m flying slowly, no falling at all. I turn on my back in the air; there’s a parachute there.
Parachute fabric. Great for big people. Parachute in. Golden parachute out. Normandy landings.Germans did the first airborne invasion. Parachuted hundereds of troops onto Crete in WW2.
Totterish pa’s of the par
Graceful,
Collared by the thunder
For the tray to shoo
It’s chute
And Remnant Roar below.
Decaying as a cliff of ramp
To be the trough for closet spoiler.
parachute was inveted by Stefan Banic from Slovakia, but I don´t remember when, once I wrote it on my Facebook page.
to to the
for before
with into
on to at
in for by
for to with
in at to
into on
from of on
to against off
by on at to
up
Parachute, gently gliding through the brightly lit sky. Without a care, effortlessly soaring through the heavens. It’s pilot entangled in a cloudy reverie, as I wish to be.
parachute means that you are free. but it also means that there’s always something to save you from falling too far into despair. maybe your parachute is a person or place. but theres always a way back out. you are always free.
A little parachute of hope is found up there, where the clouds scrape the sky and her, standing there in her aqua blue suede shoes. She fingers the turquoise necklace she wears as the wind catches her hair revealing the sea in little opalescent abalone earrings; it’s always the blues with this one. What she needed was a tinge of pink, like a floating cherry blossom wafting in on the breeze, carrying the weight of realization into her palm.
I strapped my parachute to my back getting ready to jump. There are several things that can make me jump from a site. Oppression of my first amendment rights, overt or underhanded homophobia, rudeness, or being poorly run.
So now I am sitting here and waiting to see if I jump (and warn my writing friends) or if I stay and sing praises. Only time will tell.
Last Saturday I went skydiving with my mom even though I’m terribly afraid of heights. Some actually had to push me out of the plane I was so scared! I screamed like a crazy woman for a few seconds.
I went sky-diving one day even though I was dreadfully afraid of heights. My mom had to literally push me out of the plane! I screamed for a period of 60 seconds, yes I timed it, but after I pulled my shoot I had the time of my life. The view was absolutely incredible.
I dropped out of the sky with a parachute and below the Earth I stood
My shadow and all that was left of the animals in their kingdoms
The little mermaids in the deep blue sea beyond the land
I could see it all from where I was
Like a ghost of itself, there was nobody hanging on to me.
I was free falling and until I let out my parachute the ideas came and went like lightning bolts.
And then I was still, floating in free space and descending into an abyss that I usually called home, but this time it looked much different.
It look like it was heaven… Earth.
when i was younger
i would wear plastic bags
like backpacks, and jump
off the arms of our tattered furniture,
as if attached to a parachute,
and plummet deep into the
ocean’s unforgiving waves —
sometimes, i would land on
mossy cliff sides of Peru and
occasionally skim the canopy
of forgotten rainforests.
the parachute kep me from falling. Great frankly i cant thing of something i woudl less rather write about. Oh wait yes i can: Hear of darkness. (fyi i strongly considered capitalizing that entire title to show my anger). Anyways fun fact im boredo out of my mind, primarily because most of my morning was used to fantasize about the two door cinema club leas singer. SO i havent finshed any of my work, I am craving tons of dresses form free poeple and wish i were rich but not instead i am dead broke, cant spell three owrds in a row and realy want time to be up. Of there it comes.
parachutes, orange, silk, men falling from the sky, people being rescued at work, parachuting in to save the day, the office, dull gray, bright white outside, trees blowing int he wind up high, getting caught, flashing, rustling thats it times up
Flying high falling air plane clouds free breeze trust heaven eagle gravity weightless air danger
The soldier did a free descend with his parachute. He was holding a stern and using this killing tool
Sometimes I wonder about that one book. You know the one. The book that asks what color your parachute is. I’m not really sure what that’s even about though. What color is my parachute?? I have no idea what color it is or what the significance would be. Most parachutes re bright colors. Probably so airplanes don’t hit you. It’s important for them to be able to see you.
Open you damn thing I screamed. It did of course, but there is always that second as the ‘plane gives birth to you, as you rush and tumble into the void, that you wonder if it’s going to open.
the parachute failed to open. i felt my body plumeting to the ground. there was nothing i could do. i tugged harder and faster on the cord, still nothing happened. cold air whooshed across my face as i tryed to stop my self from hitting the hard ground. it was futal
I’ll use you as a parachute
hold tight
I’ll still fall as a drunken puke
slower plight
I’ll survive impact to boot
perhaps alright