The crash
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Creative Writing Coursework Dael Evans 2002-10-09 The crash As I woke up all I could see was a blur of bright lights. I kept my eyes closed for a minute and tried again, opening them slowly at first, to get used to the daylight. Where was I? This place isn't familiar: what's that smell? Smells like kitchen cleaner and disinfectant mixed into one. I still didn't recollect where I was, what I was doing here. All I could remember from the past memories was a bang and a sudden jolt, then darkness and nothing more. Could this be of some significance to why I was here, I just don't know. There was a knock at what I thought was the door, so I must be in some sort of room. "Hello Mr. Chapman", said a well-educated voice, "Do you know where you are right now?" "Um, no. Where am I?", I said in a...


