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The aircraft were parked in a massive iron barn, shrink it down and I guess you could call it a fairly basic shed. Yet on the scale it was, everyone found it inspiring, as if when you stepped through the doors it was another world, one of steel and grit. His boots met the concrete floor, as his eye adjusted to the silvery light, as if this place was so large it had another sun. And on that day, in the morning that was still so new, it was as if there was only light and birdsong other than this place. Soon he'd be airborne, he smirked, mama always said he was born to fly.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 11, 2019.
General

The main hangar was huge. Perhaps this was where the Cessna was kept when it wasn't in use. The roof was a great curve of corrugated iron. One wall slid back to allow access to the launch site. There were various pieces of machinery and a few oil drums scattered around, bu otherwise the hangar was bare.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, June 18, 2012.

Found in Alex Rider, Ark Angel, authored by Anthony Horowitz.

General

The aircraft hangar was the only thing around as far as the eye could see. It's silver domed roof projected up from the golden plains into the blue like some alien ship. Inside was only dust and the echo of my feet. In the shafts of light that penetrated the tall thin windows the dust swirled. the wind whistled through the front and rear openings. It seemed unfinished, like it had been built for a purpose and then abandoned, yet it wasn't that old. There was no decay in the wooden beams and no cracks in the concrete floor.

By cassie, November 24, 2014.
General

The aircraft hanger was so large that even inside it felt totally different to being inside any structure Farley recalled. The breeze moved freely from front to back and the light cascaded from windows onto the planes as softly as forest sun onto trees. In short, there was no stuffiness and no odour save a tincture of kerosene.

General

The hangar was vast like an endless desert of concrete. All traces of life were scarce amongst the dull, grey walls that reached up above to a colossal sky of darkness. Although the air was bitter cold, it was filled with the unbearable odour of petroleum that burnt my eyes and tempted me to escape. On the edges, an array of fierce fighter jets were flood with a waterfall of light. The mesmerising pieces of machinery were idle and in serenity yet it was only a matter of time until the thunder of roaring engines would echo through the entire dome.

By botond, August 2, 2015.