As Primrose scrambled through the crowded streets, she finally arrived at the airport. Getting onto the huge plane, she gave the ticket to the co-pilot and took a seat in the middle.Soaring through the clouds, the fuel tank became empty. As the plane descent, everyone on the plane started screaming until.... CRASHH!!!!!!!
Clambering out of the broken plane, the 6 survivors shook themselves off. Exploring the island, Primrose saw a cave. "SHELTER!" she screamed. Immediately, the other 5 people appeared and lit a fire. That night was dark and the most uncomfortable night of her life. On the morning, a man lit a bunch of sticks and made fire. Someone would have to find food. And maybe a drink. Putting her hand through her hair, she was sweating. Life would be hard...
Needs details, you are passing by too fast and passing a day in half a word, I want to know what thoughts ran through her mind, the color of the seats, the feeling of falling out the sky, etc
It's called advice and criticism. I refuse to call you an author if you give up on your work this easily without improvement. :| Tch. The world of literature is slowly falling apart each passing second.