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Here’s one of the questions they ask in their survey. Interesting things to ponder. I won’t be sending it in. Here, I’ll go first. Answer the poll yourself if you like. I’ll be posting another one every few days or so:

Second installment of Paul The Pilot’s New eBook! IN THE EVENT OF A WATER LANDING

This is an eBook short story about a teenaged pilot’s harrowing experience flying a small airplane as a swordfish spotter over shark-infested waters off the La Jolla, San Diego, CA coast in the 1970’s.

Here is the second installment, with a few paragraphs to follow about every day…

What a horrible day. I was seventeen years old, living the carefree Southern California lifestyle, and about to die. At least there would be no fire, because I had run out of fuel. And, my parents could claim my body. I wouldn’t be forever lost at sea fifty-miles out and five miles beneath the Pacific Ocean. Nor would there be grotesque floating pieces of wreckage to wash ashore days later.

The tremendous noise scared me as I crashed along the ground. It sounded as if I were inside a trash can which was dropped from a hundred feet. The landing gear slammed against its limits. Dirt flew up in front and to the sides of me. I felt the clods hit my face, and smelled the dust in my lungs…

read the whole story to date:http://paulthepilot.wordpress.com/in-the-event-of-a-water-landing-ebook-short-story/

First installment of Paul The Pilot’s New eBook! IN THE EVENT OF A WATER LANDING

This is an eBook short story about a teenaged pilot’s harrowing experience flying a small airplane as a swordfish spotter over shark-infested waters off the La Jolla, San Diego, CA coast in the 1970’s.
Here is the first installment, with a few paragraphs to follow about every day…

IN THE EVENT OF A WATER LANDING
A short story by Paul Mac Copyright 2009 twitter.com/PaulThePilot
www.PaulThePilot.com

CHAPTER 1 – IF IT’S A GLIDER MEET, IT MUST BE SATURDAY

The engine sputtered and almost quit. I was still a mile high, over open ocean, and there were sharks everywhere. I knew about the sharks because it was my job to differentiate them from the swordfish I spotted for fishing boats. I saw sharks every day – hundreds of them – and many close to shore. I tried to keep them out of my mind when I was surfing.

The tall Torrey Pines sped past my cockpit window at maybe 70 mph when I should have been going 55 maximum. I was way too high and fast. The postage-stamp-sized strip of dirt was about two football fields long. It was about one ball field wide, and lined with cars and spectators on both edges. I could see the gliders and people near the cliff’s edge blocking the runway end. Were I to overshoot the far end, and somehow bounce over the obstacles, there were still 400 foot shear cliffs plummeting to the famous nude beach below.

read the whole story to date:http://paulthepilot.wordpress.com/in-the-event-of-a-water-landing-ebook-short-story/