Descriptive writing of a life-threatening situation

On a flight to France, I was sipping at my cup of freshly-brewed, aromatic, chocolaty cold coffee with notes of caramel. Soft, sobering music was playing as I sat on a plush, smooth and soft seat in business class. Suddenly, the music stopped, and a banshee screamed. The placid passengers were now worried and baffled. Someone fired a gun, bang, and pandemonium broke out.

I booked my ticket to France a week ago at the speed of light when I heard about the conference over there. I thought of the delightful, calm, and pleasant flight I would have, but life planned otherwise. In the plane, mothers grabbed their children protectively after the gunshot like a mother leopard shielding her children from hungry hyenas. The pungent, sharp, astringent odor of blood wafted from the cockpit. Over the tannoy, the sinister voice of a hijacker stated the death of the pilot. People whimpered, children cried, and then the black-masked devils with guns in their hands emerged. I was about to lose my life!

They demanded that the head of Al-Bakshir be released along with $50 million. They isolated the staff in a room. The spine-chilling, blood-curdling, petrifying silence was deafening. With every awful hour, they killed a passenger. After six hours, the hijackers announced that their conditions were met and that we would make an emergency landing in Spain. Finally, the dreadful, appalling, agonizing journey was over.

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By Dhruv Shah