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I was at the airport when I first realised how crazy I really am. Crazy about you that is. I don’t understand why but it is just the most amazing feeling in the world to be near you. I love the way we have little fights and then makeup. I even love how you drug me to this stupid airport just to remind me of the feelings we had when first met. Here. In this very spot.
By AnonymousMe URL on 05.06.2014
As Jenny’s eyes roamed about the airport terminal at an almost frantic pace, she just knew Ronnie wasn’t coming.
Why had she even thought he’d remember his promise? And, in all honesty, it’s not like she was angry with him…being a playwright was tough work. It’s just that, this time, she’d hoped, they’d get some much needed alone time…
An involuntary squeal left her lips, and his arms engulfed her the second she turned around. She suddenly felt silly for doubting him, and instead focused on what mattered—him being here.
By AJ Kenobi on 05.06.2014
Annoying tiresome places full of tears and sleeping bags and bad food. All mixed in with underage drinking and wet kisses good bye that are ending by someone pulling you apart or don’t end at all because you miss your flight.
By SummerSchaub URL on 05.06.2014
One word is enough for all of us.
I like to go to the airport for myself. It’s okay to go to the airport to pick up someone who’s arriving. And it’s okay to take someone to the airport who’s leaving. But the best thing of all is going to the airport to leave. Leaving on a jet plane. I love it. The airport is an exciting place. There are lots of airplanes at the airport. It’s a good thing.
By michaelbuzz URL on 05.06.2014
A single dream is born on wings
And finds flight in the smallest things.
It leaves its own trail in the sky
Like tiny airplanes passing by
A dream is bright and limitless.
(The lightest things are what fly best.)
By Gabby URL on 05.06.2014
It leaves its own trail in the sky
Like tiny airplanes passing by.
I’m always happiest when I going away from it, whether it’s in an airliner or the shuttle bus back to my car. Ariports never were fun, now they’re a royal pain in the ass.
By Protean URL on 05.06.2014
New York, they said, could either make you or break you.
She clutched at the handle of her suitcase and smiled.
With any luck, she wouldn’t wind up being the latter.
Tomorrow he comes home, and I’ll be there at the airport to pick him up. Odd sensation to be apart for so long, and yet, I’m not a crumbling mess. Much the contrary. The last month has been an eyeopener to how comfortable I am now just being me. If I had any doubts that I could manage to live alone again, they are quite gone. The sadness I feel at it being over has surprised me, but I am happy to know I would be okay.
By JDwrites URL on 05.06.2014
The drive there had been long. Fields of pavement, stretching endlessly. He sat waiting for her at the gates for what seemed like an eternity. She’d only been gone for two months. Her ocean blue’s starred at him endlessly in his mind. He panicked, pacing around frantically. Had the grainy desert sand changed what they once had, or was it all just a mirage?
By WhoisRGL URL on 05.06.2014
there are plenty of places
where i can go and not see
anything that remotely reminds me of you.
i’m glad we never looked up at the sky together.
i feel like you would’ve ruined the moon for me.
when i stand in the airport and decide what next place…
i feel free.
and i’m happy.
By Kairn URL on 05.06.2014
The air of our town is spoiled by your mouth on another girl’s lips.You give me the motivation to run away.Maybe someday I’ll be in a different country, drinking with strangers, wearing a fake name, then I’ll smile at a random thought of you, before returning my gaze to the sky, the only thing we’ll ever continue to share.
By Andrea URL on 05.06.2014
Stepping through the gate and into the heart of the airports designated ‘Arrival’ section, she strained her eyes, trying to spot that familiar head of silvery-blonde hair but, once again, her sheer lack of vertical prowess made even her even her best efforts futile. Huffing with irritation, she dropped from her toes to the balls of her feet, trying instead to peer through the endless throngs of people who seemed to have nothing better to do than to crisscross in and out of her already limited line of sight.
By S.C. Lovelace URL on 05.06.2014
It’s both sides of the spectrum. Heaven & slow, sleepless hell. It takes me away, far away. Brings me to loved ones, to happiness. And tears me from a life I want and may never have.
By Shannon C. on 05.06.2014
My tiny hands pressed to the frosted planes, breath stirring ghosts upon the glass. It’s only then that I remember I need–no, have–to see you. One look at daddy, and I know I shouldn’t say it, but I think it. Are you even coming back?
My glitter nails tracing the skyline, smearing the sleep and goodbyes all over as I wonder where you’re going now, though you told me not five minutes ago. I’ve forgotten, because maybe if I don’t know where you’re going, then it’ll be easier. Maybe it’s horrible, but I wonder if I can pretend you don’t exist, and therefore never feel the ache in the air when you’re not there to fill it in. (I think I’m even missing the violence.)
My eyes follow the airplane through the sunroof, like a shooting star, and I squeeze my eyes shut, and I don’t think. don’t think. don’t think. You don’t know me anymore, and I sure as hell don’t know you. I shouldn’t care. Damnit, I shouldn’t care! When my father re-enters the car, he asks me if I’m something close to hypothermia. I don’t answer, because after he says that, my heart feels something like it.
By Pandatry URL on 05.06.2014
The long flight to a distant land. Another world to explore and integrate into my self. New experiences, a brave new world.
I want to go home, this place is wrong, it’s not for me, there’s no place like home.
I want to go home.
By New Life URL on 05.06.2014
Time for me to get the fuck out of here. I’m finally doing it, I’m finally going to be free! Time to stretch my wings and stop giving a shit about anything but what’s ahead of me. Where this road will take me, I don’t know, but lord knows it’ll be beautiful.
By Heidi P. URL on 05.06.2014
Time for me to get the hell out of here. I’m finally doing it, I’m finally going to be free! Time to stretch my wings and stop giving any thought about anything except for what’s ahead of me. Where this road will take me, I don’t know, but lord knows it’ll be beautiful.
The destination didn’t matter. I just had to go somewhere. With him. He held my hand and smiled down at me. Wherever we go, it will be home. I knew i was safe with him.
By Swaksha on 05.07.2014
He was waiting there at the gate, for this was back when the security agents did not put your through machines or ask you to empty your pockets or make you take off your shoes, and there was a strange man standing behind him, looking hesitant. I didn’t know him. I recognized my dad, of course, but I had no idea who this other man was: his boss, maybe? He was older.
By Kimberly URL on 05.07.2014
I was lost in an airport once. I was a little girl and it wasn’t as bad as one might thought it’d be. Seemed like a huge amusement park and I felt safe. My parents were so worried though. I finally heard my name through the speakers and found my way back.
By Sarit URL on 05.07.2014
transient, isolated, busy hub of activity. Boost Juice and Sumo salad sandwiched between donuts. Social media and online stimulus. Overpriced stores and hours spent pursuing magazine shops.
By Jessica on 05.07.2014
It was massive! Bigger than anything I’d ever seen! The giant metal birds coming and going all the time… I was amazed!
By CrashBang URL on 05.07.2014
stark white goodbyes, better said at home. Employees a constant in a place that is anything but.
By Clare on 05.07.2014
I used to love getting to the airport ready to jet off to another exciting destination on holiday. Now I absolutely dread the thought of it. Thank heaven for cruise ships………….
By Alexandra URL on 05.07.2014
This was going to be difficult. He’d left him once before, and he’d promised that he wasn’t going to do it again. But here he was, standing at the check in gates, his luggage on the ground next to him.
“I’m sorry. I’ll call you, I’ll text you, I’ll visit you when I have a break–”
His words were cut off when he reached up and kissed him gently.
“I’ll always be here waiting for you to return, so don’t worry.” He smiled his precious, rare smile. “Have a safe trip.”
By Lin URL on 05.07.2014
By adriano on 05.07.2014
The place where the plane lands. I’ve visited it once when my brother returned from abroad. There were a lot of people returning to or going far from country.the union and separation of people and their emotions really inspired me.
By fondofwriting on 05.07.2014
It was always going to be among the company of empty seats, always the stale air and the sight of people leaving, that he felt the least confused and alone. Stupid airports, commercializing loneliness.
By Peskiper URL on 05.07.2014
I ran into the airport looking for the right line, ’cause I knew that there’d be trouble. Yeah, Yeah, I had my ticket and my ID and my bag I’d checked 24 times and only had to gate check once but I knew there’d be trouble. The slightly overweight mousy-brown haired woman looked the best bet. Not that I thought they had too much control, but I figured if there were any wiggle room, she’d be the one who’d give it to me.
By Mike J on 05.07.2014
Don’t ask what took a nineteen year old girl from Sydney to Kilimanjaro airport. Just trust me she was there; waiting in the immigration line with the woman who was heading to Rwanda to take the place of Dianne Fossey, the world famous defender of mountain gorillas.
By bb333 URL on 05.07.2014
If you don’t know where to go. And you find yourself in an airport. The possibilities are endless. Go anywhere, go everywhere. But remember that once you find a place to call home, you won’t really want to go anywhere.
By A.Eames on 05.07.2014
Harry stumbled into the airport in a mad sweat. After a night of shakes and vomiting and a steady stream of the runs he was determined to fly and was hoping no one would noticed the rivulets of water streaming over his pasty skin. Goodbye Congo.
By Erica on 05.07.2014
I never wanted to say goodbye. But moments are shorter when we wished they’d never end. I stood there, not wanting to leave feeling pushed away ever second.
Turns out I was being pushed away. The Captain no longer wanted to be mine.
By paridhirustogi URL on 05.07.2014
The small child loved airplanes and he wanted to fly them one day, not understanding that he would have to go to school to do so. He loved them though he had never been on one and probably never would.
But as a grown man he hated them with a passion. They took everything he cared most about far from him, and when he rushed to the airport on that rainy day. he would take away those that everyone around him loved.
By Bristol URL on 05.07.2014
She hesitated at the gates, and him tugging at her hand. He clutched his briefcase in the other and he gave her a smile. “Hey, I think this is code for come on in.” She didn’t respond, and instead sighed in reply. The smile faded.
He caught her glance towards his ticket. “It’s a one-way.” He explained, and she threw him a withering look, as if to say, are you calling me stupid? This time, his eyes averted hers.
“You know what I’m going through,” he said. “I have to find myself, you know that, and I’ve just been so confused these past few days — my decisions have been falling apart… I…”
The flight announcement came on the PA and he let go.
A single tear rolled down her cheek as she watched the inevitable happen before her eyes, as he walked away a single pair of footsteps. She would no longer be known as more than the shadow of what he was.
By Tiffany Jillian Go URL on 05.07.2014
The airport was deserted. It was as though the entire world decided to stay home that day rather than travel anywhere. I called out for help at the check-in desk, but there was no one there. I made my way down the tarmac and saw a strange green light coming from the airplane.
By Hdavis URL on 05.07.2014
The place that brought us here
Hundreds of planes
For two weeks we were here
Separate flights, same destination
Before that same place
Took you away
By Sarah URL on 05.07.2014
Free to move about the cabin
Only once greeted at baggage claim
To find my way home
a sea of bodies
pulsed up and down the concourse,
moving in every direction like fire ants
ready to strike.
Food courts and gifts shops
and bars and walkways,
all lined with people on a mission;
people temporarily stranded in this
By NuSol URL on 05.07.2014
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.