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Divorce. Secrets. No, not secrets so much as just the Secret. What he knew and had not told anybody, what he knew about his mother that had caused the divorce, what he knew, what he knew—the Secret. Divorce. The Secret.
Repetition
The memory was like a knife cutting into him. Slicing deep into him with hate.
Simile
Be asleep, his mind screamed at the pilot.
Personification
With it came some warmth, small bits of it at first, and with the heat came clouds of insects.
Metaphor
The plane, committed now to landing, to crashing, fell into the wide place like a stone.
Simile
From his height he could see not just the lake but across part of the forest, a green carpet, and it was full of life.
Metaphor
He closed his eyes and slept, dreamless, deep and down.
Alliteration
Then the bird started again, and some kind of buzzing insect, and then a chattering and a cawing.
Onomatopoeia
Gradually, like sloshing oil his thoughts settled back and the panic was gone.
Simile
The plane slewed suddenly to the right.
Alliteration
The pilot nodded. "All of flying is easy. Just takes learning. Like everything else. Like everything else."
Repetition
He was alone. In the roaring plane with no pilot he was alone. Alone.
Repetition
He had to fly it somehow. Had to fly the plane. He had to help himself. The pilot was gone, beyond anything he could do. He had to try and fly the plane.
Repetition
It was a clear, blue-sky day with fluffy bits of clouds here and there.
Imagery
For a second all he heard was the whusssh of the empty air waves.
Onomatopoeia
GOING TO DIE,Brian thought. Going to die, gonna die, gonna die—his whole brain screamed it in the sudden silence.
Repetition AND personification
