9/11: A Short Story

After a seconds I started to feel the tips of my ears starting to get hot, very hot. I ignored the feeling for a bit but as we kept putting the fire out it got worst. About five minutes of went by before we had the fire knocked down and we were able to walk out of the building and we walked outside it was pouring rain. I had walked over to the where we had placed our tools from before and started taking my gear off. I remember reaching up to my ear and feeling the skin all burnt up from the steam that was produce from the fire but I didnt care i had a smile from burnt ear to burnt

One man saw the fire and tried to get someone to use the fire box to get the fire department to send a fire truck. Sadly he had no such luck in notifying them. Fire boxes were boxes located on the street corner for people to use to alert the closest fire department, because telephones were not commonly available at that time. The other man just insisted that a fire truck had probably already been called and was on its way. The fire was so destructive because there were many mistakes and dangerous

Maycomb County has been living a few dynamic days, as it not only snowed yesterday, but also today at approximately 2 in the morning a tremendous fire burnt the house of Maudie Atkinson to the ground. Even though the cause of the fire has not been confirmed yet, it is highly believed that it was due to the flue in her kitchen. Since it had not snowed since 1885, the people in town were not prepared. The fire truck was killed by the extreme weather and it took plenty of time for it to arrive to the scene, but fortunately it arrived in time to prevent the fire from spreading to other houses in the neighborhood. The commotion among everyone was clearly perceived.

As kids, we were all warned about the basics. Call 911 for emergencies, tell an adult if someone touches you or even tell the teacher when someone says a bad word. But what happens when something happens to the last person you’d think it would happen to.. Yourself. Who could you actually turn to, and when the time struck, how would the words flow out to confess the crime done to you. Or even worse, would the words come out at all? “Can you tell me what happened exactly?” “It's okay to talk to us, we’re here to help you, not hurt you.” The words kept ringing in my head. But was it okay to talk to them? Speak of the unspeakable with people... people I didn't know, nor trust? Being so young I had no idea what was going on. As my heart was racing,

BEEP! BEEP! “Already,” James moaned. “I thought I had the snooze set for thirty minutes.” James thought to himself. Before he could even get out of bed, James's mother swung open the door so hard that he could have sworn she made a dent in the wall. “JAMES! YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL AGAIN! THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK, AND IT IS ONLY WEDNESDAY!” James quickly sprang up from his bed and began to apologize until he was interrupted as she continued to give him a lecture. She calmed down but then proceed to sass with, “Not only are you late, but your room has also seemed to be hit with a tornado. I want this cleaned up after you come home from school or else I’ll be sure you can’t feel your behind after I am done with you.” James

"This is 911, what is your emergency?" A desperate eleven year old girl tried to answer the operator's question, but all I could manage were sobs.

She had given this up. All of it. The path of the witches, she had decided, was not hers to take. Wielders of the gift were meant to maintain balance in a world of evil. But those same protectors had fallen prey to greed, pride and an overbearing lust for power. Bethany was raised on the stories of covens going to war and even siding with the monsters they had sworn to destroy. Beth had promised never to choose a side. And to fulfill her promise, she rid herself of her powers. So why was she here, staring at the tattered notebook that contained not only her history of witchcraft but also her magic? Pale, slender fingers flipped through the makeshift grimoire. The nightmares hadn’t stopped. They wouldn’t. Bethany was normally conscious enough to dream lucidly, but the dreams were spiraling out of control. She was aware of the old phrase, “if you die in your dreams you die for real”. That’s what frightened her. Every night she died. Her lack of magic made her vulnerable to attack. The identity of the attacker was unknown. But not

Thunderous roar reverberates in the sky, hole after another fill the world, from within, lay another roar which makes us shudder in fear.

The roaring fire ripped through Sherwood one August afternoon and steadily continued until the next morning. The dry grass and blazing heat were several factors that contributed to this catastrophe. There was physical damage from the surrounding wildlife. The heat from the blaze was like a Sea of Flames. The fire took it’s toll on the nearby companies. Officials report that one firefighter was injured when the train tracks collapsed. Another firefighter had to saw his leg out and he went to the hospital. The story behind what happened and who did it is still a big catechism. They have an idea that it had something to do with a man and 3 minors.

It was a day like any other, until Surai hears a piercing screech that slowly fades away. “Hey, did you guys hear that?” says Surai. “Yeah it sounded like a scream” replies Tooler. “I wonder who it was?” questions Mickey. All of them rush to the edge and discover nothing. They all say their goodnights and return to our rooms. They all go to sleep wondering who made that noise. The next day we wake up and find a load of people crowded on the deck. “It’s chaos” Surai says. Tooler goes up and asks Schmedrick what’s wrong. “Schmandon has gone missing, and a bunch of people thought they heard a scream last night” replies Schmedrick. Surai, Mickey, and Tooler then realize that it was Schmandon who made the scream last night. “I think that Schmandon

Its was June of 2008, and the rain was coming down harder than ever. We were at a wedding reception in Des Moines, Iowa. Why were we even here when there are annoying beeping sounds all over, from the phones. We all started dancing and having fun until… my dad, Michael received a call from a friend. Wide eye stare as he frantically looks around the room. Then he whispers something into my mom, Hillary’s ear and she panicked. My sister, Lauren and I were having the best time dancing and playing around the room when my mom grabs my hand and says…

I was sitting in my office one day looking around. Something was not right, I didn’t feel safe. I could tell something was going to happen, but I didn’t know what. As I sat there wondering, and watching the pigeons flying around outside I got hungry so I ate a Snickers bar. For some reason it tasted better that day than it ever had before, and then there they were, the planes! My coworkers and I watched as they circled the towers, getting lower and lower. By that time everyone was at the windows all watching, all wondering.

His inspiration came from his observations of the devastating effects of structure fires, especially when they involve families with animal companions. When he first started the project, there was a fire that claimed the live of five pets. As the devastated family covered their beloved dogs and cats, one of the firefighters carried out a glass terrarium with a pet snake in it. The snake’s almost lifeless body lay in the terrarium. Then, within 20 minutes of oxygen from a pet oxygen mask, the snake flicked its tongue and sprang back to life. Bobby watched as the mentally and emotionally drained family drew strength and renewed spirits from this one pet’s survival. Sometimes it is just one miracle that provides the emotional glue for a family to heal and move forward after devastation and loss, he

Text BoxWhen reporters arrived on the scene, the street was filled with men moving furniture out of the house before the flames could devour it. Others used water hoses to put out the fire and stop it from spreading. Many of the citizens were not dressed in their usual attire; they were in such a hurry that they were still in their pajamas. Children stood nearby watching the action, apparently confused about what was happening.

On December 15, the stranger snuck into the house while Susan and her family were at dinner. While trying to steal the figurines, the stranger thought they heard a noise and grabbed the figurines, but knocked over a lantern on their way out. The lantern caused a fire to breakout. By the time the family returned home there were sirens and flashing lights outside of the house. Together there was one police car, an ambulance in case, and two firetrucks. Luckily for the family the fire didn’t spread really quickly and was contained in the family room, so there was no major