Now lets get to the point of my *NEW* SAMPLER SUNDAY!
Pretty much I will give you literate people something to read... that I have
Without further ado? (don't fully understand "ado" but like the ring)
an original work by T.J. Carson:
The glider became rigid as the air forced it into a stall. Blaine was jerking the control frame, brutally trying to correct her ill-attempted maneuver. The hang glider continued to fall from the sky. Her altimeter plummeted as the left wing tipped, there was little she could do now. The ground was closing in. One-hundred feet and ultimately her legs would take the blow. They dangled helplessly. It was too late to unstrap the harness that bound her to the airborne structure. Blaine pulled her legs in toward her chest, clenching her abdomen in sheer panic. She held fast to the control bar but kept the rest of her extensions balled close to her body, hoping to let the glider take the majority of the damage. The wind gushed through the auburn curly locks as they wafted down from the bun that was on top of Blaine’s head. Her hair came loose. The wind blinded her with her own bountiful foliage. Blaine snapped at the air with her mouth, trying to call out. Her hair gagged her from any attempt at making herself known in the empty valleys of the Arizona desert.
While unable to see, Blaine could hear the wind whipping the prairie grasses directly below her adducted feet. She would hit the hard dry ground in moments. She moved her palms up to the right and left downtubes of the control frame, hoping to avoid skinning her fingers on the rough terrain. The left wing collided with a solid surface and Blaine could feel the remaining wing whip her around before dropping her forcibly against the floor of the desert. Her feet became lodged under her body as the glider lunged forward. The nose finally skidded, blowing dust onto its passenger. But Blaine had felt her ankle turn in an unfitting direction as the glider dragged her. The bones cracked and splintered as the winged frame lulled against a large bolder. A scream rolled up her throat but was choked into submission by welling tears of exhaustion and trauma. Although her ankle was surely broken, Blaine could not budge from the protective barrier she had created by packaging herself tightly together. She sat for an hour in her cocoon, trying to slow her thundering heart and nerves. Dusk was beginning to brew on the horizon.
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