Before we took off I had time to study my fellow passengers. Surely I would remember such a strange looking man. No, there was no way he was on the plane when we took off. But if he wasn’t on when we took off, how did he get on and why was he hijacking the plane?
the moss covered the log with such intensity it was unbearable. Hijacked the wood with no remorse and no apparent concern for the outcome. The lush green moisture cascaded down the Forrest path unbemused and becoming to the surrounding foliage. The weed worked magic over the woods that even the smallest of rabbit holes was obscured from view. Even the toughest of plants couldn’t fight it’s grip. It’s magical enchanting grip. The expert worker pulled weed after weed but the moss he couldn’t touch. The magic captivated him and showed him that not all the forest was lacking. Not all things that spread with such speed need to be removed. Not all that is covering is unpleasant and not all that is unwanted is unneeded. Like all things moss must grow. Like all things it retains something. Not just it’s moisture but it’s essence. The pure nature of itself and what it provides for the world. So too should humans do.
He hijacked my heart more easily than anyone else in the world. How? I don’t know. I hope I have done the same and that our futures remain intertwined as much as we once believed they were going to be.
Seven thousand people were watching the game, unaware that it had been hijacked by a small group of people, armed only with mobile phones and the most powerful weapon of all, money.
oh man it was scary. they weren’t even arabs, and wasn’t that the only cool part about being on a plane getting hijacked? Getting to see you racism come at least partly true. My mom was in hysterics next to me, of course. She kept getting their attention-not on purpose mind you- but her
They took my car away from me and locked the door shut. Where would I go? My purse is gone, my car, my money, and basically my entire life. I stand in the middle of street, staring hopelessly at the passing cars.
He felt like he had hijacked someone else’s life. It didn’t seem like he was living his own since she died. Because now, he was alone in that house, and as time was going by, he was starting to feel the need to add someone else to the house, so that it would finally become a home again. It was wrong. It was wrong to replace her, because in the end – and as he had always told her – she was irreplaceable. His life wasn’t his own anymore. It had to be someone else’s.
She slammed into the dashboard, feeling the squishiness of her lip connecting with the sharpness of her own teeth, because of the plastic barrier that kept her from flying through the windshield. The gunshot echoed in her head and she could only think in a recurring stream that ‘he’s dead, he’s dead, ohmyghost, they’ve killed him’
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the faintest little shadow and his slumped figure against the driver’s side window. In all her years, she’d never expected this. He was her father. He was the colonel of Rigel’s Base on the seventh lunar sector.
He didn’t get into situations like this.
He didn’t get hijacked.
And he most certainly didn’t wind up dead because of it.
I was sitting at the park, when a man in a black van screeched to a stop in front of a bank, with 4 other men jumping out with guns loaded, black masks pulled down, kicked the door down and fired off rounds, screaming “THIS IS A MONEY HIKACK”. I thought to myself, “maybe I’ll just use the ATM”.
The plane was hijacked. Could that happen? Not today, not to him. What do you even do when a plane is hijacked. Shouldn’t there be protocol? Think Matt! Think!
Jenny is known for having hijacked every conversation she’s ever been part of. It’s a rare talent … thank goodness. Her list of friends is dwindling, and she doesn’t seem to have a clue why.
He had to run but he was lost. He had lost everything in a matter of seconds and was running out of time. Following the person who took his wallet, he turned the corner only to stop, face to face with the culprit, eyes red, devious grin and all.
Woke up in the institution
Brain on fire
Taken over
Someone else was flying the plane
And may day may day it was going down
Thought I was pregnant
Thought I’d slept with one of the boys
Thought the nurses were given me estrogen
Smeared peanut butter and jelly on my face
Thought that I was a one person sit com
Took showers because I thought I was
Surrounded by creeps
Mind was hijacked.
There isn’t a lot to say, Hijacked…? No, LifeJacked. That’s what it feels like sometimes when we’re just walking through the day in a casual air. Normality sort of drifts over us and on us and we look to be hijacked or lifejacked into something new that can take us to a new plateau of amusement and distraction.
Stolen, taken. Derailed from its original purpose. Manipulation. Selfish transformation for personal gain. The exclusion of others. Abrupt, rough, quick and sudden. Jack. Jacket. Rude. Detrimental. Damaging.
One time my family was getting on a plane to head home for the holidays. The airport was cold and busy- nothing new to the average traveler. There was a strange aura about the airport, though. Something just seemed to be… off. We boarded our plane and took our seats, my father
The train left the station, the rolling fog creating an almost poetic scene worthy of shit romantic poetry. The kind written by over eager grad students enamel red with a significant other. The train rolled away. No one knew it wouldn’t roll back.
It was like they didn’t even belong to him anymore. With just one look, he was hers. There was no falling sensation, just a sort of…’it’s done’ feeling. He had no control over it, and she had no idea she had done it. He was just hers from the moment he laid eyes on her.
One day I was driving, no where in particular, just driving. I came to a stoplight and looked out at the long yellow fields that stretched before me and I lost myself in thought. I thought mostly of myself back then being young and full of self-worth. I remember pondering my own problems, my relationship status, the clothes I wanted but couldn’t attain, my flaky friends, when out of nowhere my driver’s side window exploded. Glass shards flew about my head in slow motion as I tried to understand what was happening. I blinked my eyes and I was on the ground outside my car. My head hit pavement. I looked up, blinking against the glare of the sun, and for a brief moment I saw my accoster just before he drove off in my car.
I never had anything against airplanes. A lot of people I knew freaked out over them. This one girl in my class said she’d never get on one, she knew, she just knew, airplanes were destined to crash. I thought it was cool that they could contradict gravity.
Flyet ble kapret på vei tilbake fra Seychellene. Folk trengte seg sammen på vei ut, hylte, gråt. En mann kastet jakken sin i ansiktet på en dame. “Hvorfor gjorde du det?” skrek hun. Det var fullstendig kaos. Ingen visste hvor de skulle eller hva som kom til å skje.
The plane was slowly coming to a tense silence. As one member of the crew stood up. He went ahead and slowly went in the opposite side of the facilities. With a known stop he went and grabbed the fragile stewardess point a 9 millimeter at her fragile skull unleashing a crimson splash of thoughts.
Men rushed in, doors shut, wind followed them and curled around your frosted glass. They were shouting, but laughing, disgorged their overcoats, drew wallets, slammed them down on the counter and yelled demands. All eyes snapped to attention. The room fell quieter. The leader held a plastic card above his head and barked orders: “Everyone be cool; round’s on me…” before releasing it and letting it slide toward the petrified bartender. A blast of hot liquor leaped out and into your throat, burnt you as you shuddered at the force. And then the Stockholm, for these commandeering brutes, aggressive louts pushy and inconsiderate–but didn’t he have the most beautiful eyes? All that bluster, just a guise? So he let his sympathy pour on you, softness unseen, shared tenderly in the midst of that command, connected, tethered, then yanked–back through the shutting door, cushioned by the wind.
“hijack my plane please!” what an odd thing to say. then i realized he was making a pun with my name.
“oh, uh, hello daniel” i said, and laughed nervously.
It was on its way to Montreal, my suitcase, when it was hijacked. I waited for it for awhile before unleashing wrath on the crap airline, then I went home and waited for it, and I got to thinking: the gray jeans inside it are badass, and the fuzzy cream-colored sweater with gray mother-of-pearl buttons, it’s a sharp looker, they go together, and I figure they’ll bust their way out, Romeo and Juliet in a getaway car, go down in history with the likes of John Dillinger and Baby Face Nelson
Some say that Loretta Van Klaus hijacked the mayoral elections, but to me, it was all a matter of guts, grit, and gin, all hot and inebriating. I was a good friend of Loretta – had been for thirty years. And I had never seen a mayoral candidate strike so vividly into the hearts of a struggling, nearly bankrupt city.
Loretta deserved to be mayor. What mattered now was whether or not she deserved to stay mayor.
it was my meeting, my pitch. and here she came, red blouse letting the good stuff bulge out, she tried to look so innocent, but I could see the steel in her eyes, and they all looked at her and not at me…
Sometimes I feel like my life was hijacked by a silly decision made a lifetime ago. It resulted in a wonderful life I didn’t imagine in my teens, but my grand scale plan was much different. I wouldn’t change it for the world, but it is easy to imagine what might have been.
People might think there was a way to take this plane back from her hands, but they had another thing coming. Now that she was in control she would get to that one magical place she had always dreamt of: Tahiti!
i was sitting at home one day.. I pooped too so si went to the bathroom and found out that I didn’t poop but I SHARTED. I walk out of the bathroom.. disappointed in life and what not when I thought I heard someone in the living room and so when I walked in I found that the airplane has been hijacked. so I shat myself again. god can someone just not. hijack the motherfucking plane.. jeez.
The woman who hijacked the plane was definitely not human. She had three eyes and only one ear. Also she was about ten feet tall. Roger decided that trying to overpower her would not be such a good idea.
That’s the thing about my house: when my mother got mad, everyone knew about it. Her emotions hijacked the atmosphere. Her anger was a thick viscous blanket that slowly crawled over the house, seeping into everyone’s emotional space and suffocating their vulnerability. When she was angry, she made you feel small, quiet, and responsible for her anger.
Before we took off I had time to study my fellow passengers. Surely I would remember such a strange looking man. No, there was no way he was on the plane when we took off. But if he wasn’t on when we took off, how did he get on and why was he hijacking the plane?
the moss covered the log with such intensity it was unbearable. Hijacked the wood with no remorse and no apparent concern for the outcome. The lush green moisture cascaded down the Forrest path unbemused and becoming to the surrounding foliage. The weed worked magic over the woods that even the smallest of rabbit holes was obscured from view. Even the toughest of plants couldn’t fight it’s grip. It’s magical enchanting grip. The expert worker pulled weed after weed but the moss he couldn’t touch. The magic captivated him and showed him that not all the forest was lacking. Not all things that spread with such speed need to be removed. Not all that is covering is unpleasant and not all that is unwanted is unneeded. Like all things moss must grow. Like all things it retains something. Not just it’s moisture but it’s essence. The pure nature of itself and what it provides for the world. So too should humans do.
The plane was hijacked by a fish and a hippo. It was scary to see but I am glad all the people
He hijacked my heart more easily than anyone else in the world. How? I don’t know. I hope I have done the same and that our futures remain intertwined as much as we once believed they were going to be.
Seven thousand people were watching the game, unaware that it had been hijacked by a small group of people, armed only with mobile phones and the most powerful weapon of all, money.
I exit my car and run. I can see the darkened men gaining on me. Earlier they stole my whole life and hijacked every facet of my life.
oh man it was scary. they weren’t even arabs, and wasn’t that the only cool part about being on a plane getting hijacked? Getting to see you racism come at least partly true. My mom was in hysterics next to me, of course. She kept getting their attention-not on purpose mind you- but her
They took my car away from me and locked the door shut. Where would I go? My purse is gone, my car, my money, and basically my entire life. I stand in the middle of street, staring hopelessly at the passing cars.
He felt like he had hijacked someone else’s life. It didn’t seem like he was living his own since she died. Because now, he was alone in that house, and as time was going by, he was starting to feel the need to add someone else to the house, so that it would finally become a home again. It was wrong. It was wrong to replace her, because in the end – and as he had always told her – she was irreplaceable. His life wasn’t his own anymore. It had to be someone else’s.
She slammed into the dashboard, feeling the squishiness of her lip connecting with the sharpness of her own teeth, because of the plastic barrier that kept her from flying through the windshield. The gunshot echoed in her head and she could only think in a recurring stream that ‘he’s dead, he’s dead, ohmyghost, they’ve killed him’
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the faintest little shadow and his slumped figure against the driver’s side window. In all her years, she’d never expected this. He was her father. He was the colonel of Rigel’s Base on the seventh lunar sector.
He didn’t get into situations like this.
He didn’t get hijacked.
And he most certainly didn’t wind up dead because of it.
I was sitting at the park, when a man in a black van screeched to a stop in front of a bank, with 4 other men jumping out with guns loaded, black masks pulled down, kicked the door down and fired off rounds, screaming “THIS IS A MONEY HIKACK”. I thought to myself, “maybe I’ll just use the ATM”.
The plane was hijacked. Could that happen? Not today, not to him. What do you even do when a plane is hijacked. Shouldn’t there be protocol? Think Matt! Think!
Jenny is known for having hijacked every conversation she’s ever been part of. It’s a rare talent … thank goodness. Her list of friends is dwindling, and she doesn’t seem to have a clue why.
He had to run but he was lost. He had lost everything in a matter of seconds and was running out of time. Following the person who took his wallet, he turned the corner only to stop, face to face with the culprit, eyes red, devious grin and all.
Woke up in the institution
Brain on fire
Taken over
Someone else was flying the plane
And may day may day it was going down
Thought I was pregnant
Thought I’d slept with one of the boys
Thought the nurses were given me estrogen
Smeared peanut butter and jelly on my face
Thought that I was a one person sit com
Took showers because I thought I was
Surrounded by creeps
Mind was hijacked.
“WARNING, WARNING, THE SYSTEM HAS BEEN HACKED BY AN UNKNOWN SOURCE. STAND BY.”
I panicked, rushing out of my seat to sprint down the hall – no, no, it couldn’t be happening. It wasn’t possible..
Why here? Why now?
There isn’t a lot to say, Hijacked…? No, LifeJacked. That’s what it feels like sometimes when we’re just walking through the day in a casual air. Normality sort of drifts over us and on us and we look to be hijacked or lifejacked into something new that can take us to a new plateau of amusement and distraction.
Stolen, taken. Derailed from its original purpose. Manipulation. Selfish transformation for personal gain. The exclusion of others. Abrupt, rough, quick and sudden. Jack. Jacket. Rude. Detrimental. Damaging.
One time my family was getting on a plane to head home for the holidays. The airport was cold and busy- nothing new to the average traveler. There was a strange aura about the airport, though. Something just seemed to be… off. We boarded our plane and took our seats, my father
The train left the station, the rolling fog creating an almost poetic scene worthy of shit romantic poetry. The kind written by over eager grad students enamel red with a significant other. The train rolled away. No one knew it wouldn’t roll back.
hijacked my heart
not really, i guess.
i gave it to you
that’s just the bitterness
coming out.
hijacked me is how i like to think of it
but __ me is how it really went.
It was like they didn’t even belong to him anymore. With just one look, he was hers. There was no falling sensation, just a sort of…’it’s done’ feeling. He had no control over it, and she had no idea she had done it. He was just hers from the moment he laid eyes on her.
One day I was driving, no where in particular, just driving. I came to a stoplight and looked out at the long yellow fields that stretched before me and I lost myself in thought. I thought mostly of myself back then being young and full of self-worth. I remember pondering my own problems, my relationship status, the clothes I wanted but couldn’t attain, my flaky friends, when out of nowhere my driver’s side window exploded. Glass shards flew about my head in slow motion as I tried to understand what was happening. I blinked my eyes and I was on the ground outside my car. My head hit pavement. I looked up, blinking against the glare of the sun, and for a brief moment I saw my accoster just before he drove off in my car.
Bennett closed his eyes and the eyes looked back. Violet and hungry in the darkness. The boy could feel himself slipping into sleep as Leader spoke.
I was hijacked on my way here.
The plane was hijacked. We were flying over a vast expanse of desert when a cold voice came over the plane’s intercom.
“This plane has been hijacked. Nobody move.”
I never had anything against airplanes. A lot of people I knew freaked out over them. This one girl in my class said she’d never get on one, she knew, she just knew, airplanes were destined to crash. I thought it was cool that they could contradict gravity.
Flyet ble kapret på vei tilbake fra Seychellene. Folk trengte seg sammen på vei ut, hylte, gråt. En mann kastet jakken sin i ansiktet på en dame. “Hvorfor gjorde du det?” skrek hun. Det var fullstendig kaos. Ingen visste hvor de skulle eller hva som kom til å skje.
The plane was slowly coming to a tense silence. As one member of the crew stood up. He went ahead and slowly went in the opposite side of the facilities. With a known stop he went and grabbed the fragile stewardess point a 9 millimeter at her fragile skull unleashing a crimson splash of thoughts.
Men rushed in, doors shut, wind followed them and curled around your frosted glass. They were shouting, but laughing, disgorged their overcoats, drew wallets, slammed them down on the counter and yelled demands. All eyes snapped to attention. The room fell quieter. The leader held a plastic card above his head and barked orders: “Everyone be cool; round’s on me…” before releasing it and letting it slide toward the petrified bartender. A blast of hot liquor leaped out and into your throat, burnt you as you shuddered at the force. And then the Stockholm, for these commandeering brutes, aggressive louts pushy and inconsiderate–but didn’t he have the most beautiful eyes? All that bluster, just a guise? So he let his sympathy pour on you, softness unseen, shared tenderly in the midst of that command, connected, tethered, then yanked–back through the shutting door, cushioned by the wind.
“hijack my plane please!” what an odd thing to say. then i realized he was making a pun with my name.
“oh, uh, hello daniel” i said, and laughed nervously.
It was on its way to Montreal, my suitcase, when it was hijacked. I waited for it for awhile before unleashing wrath on the crap airline, then I went home and waited for it, and I got to thinking: the gray jeans inside it are badass, and the fuzzy cream-colored sweater with gray mother-of-pearl buttons, it’s a sharp looker, they go together, and I figure they’ll bust their way out, Romeo and Juliet in a getaway car, go down in history with the likes of John Dillinger and Baby Face Nelson
Some say that Loretta Van Klaus hijacked the mayoral elections, but to me, it was all a matter of guts, grit, and gin, all hot and inebriating. I was a good friend of Loretta – had been for thirty years. And I had never seen a mayoral candidate strike so vividly into the hearts of a struggling, nearly bankrupt city.
Loretta deserved to be mayor. What mattered now was whether or not she deserved to stay mayor.
This minute of my time has been hijacked by an influence…the influence of the faceless and anonymous internet dictator….
it was my meeting, my pitch. and here she came, red blouse letting the good stuff bulge out, she tried to look so innocent, but I could see the steel in her eyes, and they all looked at her and not at me…
Sometimes I feel like my life was hijacked by a silly decision made a lifetime ago. It resulted in a wonderful life I didn’t imagine in my teens, but my grand scale plan was much different. I wouldn’t change it for the world, but it is easy to imagine what might have been.
People might think there was a way to take this plane back from her hands, but they had another thing coming. Now that she was in control she would get to that one magical place she had always dreamt of: Tahiti!
i was sitting at home one day.. I pooped too so si went to the bathroom and found out that I didn’t poop but I SHARTED. I walk out of the bathroom.. disappointed in life and what not when I thought I heard someone in the living room and so when I walked in I found that the airplane has been hijacked. so I shat myself again. god can someone just not. hijack the motherfucking plane.. jeez.
The woman who hijacked the plane was definitely not human. She had three eyes and only one ear. Also she was about ten feet tall. Roger decided that trying to overpower her would not be such a good idea.
That’s the thing about my house: when my mother got mad, everyone knew about it. Her emotions hijacked the atmosphere. Her anger was a thick viscous blanket that slowly crawled over the house, seeping into everyone’s emotional space and suffocating their vulnerability. When she was angry, she made you feel small, quiet, and responsible for her anger.