9/11: A Short Story

“Come here, look,” she would say, her voice trembling with every syllable, “we received an encrypted letter from Langley.”

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

Claire Alistar shifts in her seat to cross her right ankle primly over her left and readjusts her large, black sunglasses so that they sit farther down on her nose so that she looks even more unimpressed. "Beck got caught during a job in cicily? Really? Cicily?"

“Back when I was in school I was always fascinated, about stars and the planets.”

“Katy get down here and take out this trash!” said Scott Waters an aging man sitting I his recliner as he changes the channels. “Alright!” Said his daughter from the stairs behind him. Since the garbage can is in the front yard sitting on the curb Katy used the front door to haul the bags of trash. As Katy was struggling she noticed a kid her age of a brown complexion walking towards her "Here let me help with that shawty” As Katy tugged away in fear she says “No! I got it.” The kid took a step back to observe her attempting to lift the overweight bags. Of course Katy’s scrawny pale arms could not lift them over the rim of the garbage can; chuckles came from the strangers bright teeth as he assisted her. She took a moment to glance at the boy and noticed he seemed a

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

Finally, at last getting their deepest wish granted, having a daughter was a wonderful dream come true for Luke and Jocelyn. They had long and wished for a child for many, many years, and finally at last Clary had arrived. Life in and around the Garrroway household was brighter and happier than ever. Luke couldn't help but notice a change in Jocelyn's behavior. She smiled more and seemed more at ease, like she was walking on eggshells. Days and night passed, as the days turned into weeks, as the sun rose and set each morning while the moon shined brightly in the night sky replacing the bright daylight.

I ran up to my room and grab a piece of paper and pen and drew what I thought would be fun to use. From my room I heard Maddie screaming, "Water Park Party Princesses." Then I heard a big crash which sounded like glass.

Suena was walking home and she felt like she was being followed, but she thought it was because of the horror movie she watched the night before. It was about a twenty minute walk for Surena to get home and she often enjoyed but that day she didn’t enjoy it. When she got home there was a note on her fridge from her mother saying she’ll be back in a couple of hours and that there was leftovers in the fridge. She still had that icky feeling that someone was watching her, she kept saying in her head that it was just the horror movie scaring her. Her dog Belle was eating the couch again, when her mom got home she’d be mad. Surena went up stairs to her bedroom and forgot to lock the door that day, when her mother warned her many times before to

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,

Nothing I did worked. His skin, so close, so warm against my own, did it distract me? Was that it? I had done my best to free myself from the darkness he had encompassed around me, but my efforts did next to nothing in getting him away. He evaded it all. I was floundering amidst my own failure, but he was still there, still overshadowing me.

It was just a normal day in my grade five class doing our work and having fun. Our teacher decided to move onto a subject that involved our birthdays. We were supposed to make a line with our birthdays in order.” September ten! “I shouted. One student was shocked.

It is a warm Wednesday morning and Nick is just getting ready to go to work. He gets his breakfast ready and he gets a bowl of his favorite cereal and sits down eating. His friend, Jacob calls him and tells him to watch the news. Nick gets the remote and turns on the news channel.

How do you tell someone’s grandmother that they just attacked you out of the blue? All I said was that he snapped at me and slammed a door in my face. I doubt she believed me, she was still clever despite her age, but I didn’t want to talk about what happened. It hurt me and I knew it would hurt her too, so I left it at that.

My grandma went to sleep most of the time, like grandmas do, the only thing she did was get some food for all of us to eat. I asked my grandma one last time when we were leaving the hotel and she didn't even answer, claiming that she didn't hear what i said. I learned that if i keep asking my grandma to do something she will eventually say no because she was getting annoyed and i don't always get my way all the time, even the i wish i did. On the way home, my ride was very quiet