9/11: A Short Story

“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

One single person caused this entire tragedy. The approach he took to carry out the massacre has never been seen before; however, that does not mean it can not be seen again. This situation could have never been imagined, just as 16 years ago 9/11 could not have been imagined. While there are far less deaths than 9/11, this is still the largest mass shooting in U.S. history. The U.S. responded with change following 9/11. Should the nation respond with change now? Is there anymore action the government can

Todays story will be a special one in honor of the upcoming Anniversary of 9-11-01

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.

The clock strikes 11 p.m. and it's time for her to clock out of work. She is six months pregnant at this time. She clocks out of work and starts walking down this pitch black alley. Tired from work, she finds a bench and rests her sore and swollen feet. She then decides to call her friend. Her and her friend are chatting. Her friend then asks why was she walking 11o'clock at night being a female and pregnant by herself? She replies that she didn't have a ride. Her friend then asks why did her boyfriend not pick her up? she replies that she did not want to ask or bother him. You may be asking yourself, who is she talking about? (sips tea).This six month pregnant woman is my friend Jasmine. ( fictional name for privacy). I am the friend that she calls.

The howls of swaying leaves cut through the grisly night. The only light ascended from the moon, though it was barley visible amidst the trembling towers of trees. Branches of wrinkled wooden limbs creaked and groaned as they swayed to the sound of the wind’s whispered secrets. Exposed, contorted roots sprung from the ground desperately trying to escape from the ravenous demons that dragged them down to a more hellish fate. Tortured screams of those doomed to a punishment of fire and brimstone erupted from within the deafening quakes of the woodlands, and the deep cackles of a hag could be heard faintly after.

“Why am I here? What happened to me? Who am I?” Everything was happening so fast, It felt like i couldn't breathe. I began to cry.

It was a cold January morning. The smell of fire was strong throughout the air and smoke filled the room. There was a strong, loud beeping sound throughout the house. It wasn’t just coming from one place, it was coming from multiple. My family hurries to find our animals as we call 911. I can’t be dreaming, is this real life?

"Is it that hard to be serious for once?!" I yelled. Matt looked speechless. "You know what? Just forget about it." I sighed as I slammed the door behind me.

“It’s good bonding time with Tamaki. You know, that thing I was sent here by my grandmother to do? You act like I chose this. What do you want me to do?” I fumed. I certainly hadn’t wanted to start my morning arguing over the phone with Eric, and I was not feeling refreshed by the experience.

September 11, 2001, was the most horrifying day. Tony Ruiz explained how he felt on 9/11, the most shocking day everyone will remember. “I remember getting a call, calling me back in the base,” he said. Tony had finished his years in the Marine Corps and was finally home with his pregnant wife. “It was a horrible tragedy, a lot of families we’re gone this day of 9/11. Some families were lost on this day no one will ever forget.”

This is my story of becoming an actress, well technically i’m just going to NYC but still it could happen, i can’t even wait one more hour it’s 2 am and our plane leaves at 6am i can’t go to sleep i’m just too happy i’m actually going to New York City I’ve packed and repacked 5 times to make sure i have everything i want everything to be perfect on my journey to New York (my best friend Emma and my mom and i are the ones that are going in case you're wondering)

All I wanted was moments with my mom when I was nine; I did not get it. What about age ten, eleven, and twelve? My whole childhood was snatched out from under me, and I had to grow up way to fast. Don’t worry, I did not blame you. I blamed myself until I was fifteen. It was my fault my mother tried to drown my sisters and me. I saw signs and clues. I could tell she was not acting herself, but I said nothing. I didn’t go and ask another grownup for help. I put my sisters’ lives in danger, because I didn’t protect them.

It is now lunch, I have called my mother and she is okay. For lunch I ate a 6” sub from Subway. So far all I have gotten was flirty looks from girls, and obscene gestures from their boyfriends. I honestly don’t know if this day can get any more boring.

It was October 31st, 1999, one windy, cold, and dark Halloween night. Three friends, McKenzie, Baylee, and Vanessa decided they wanted to stay home alone while Baylee’s parents were at work. She told everyone she lived in a “hell house” all her life because there was constantly something going on. Doors flying open, voices, footsteps. Nothing ever stayed where they had put it. Her parents worked all the time and she was constantly terrified. On Halloween it tended to get worse but no one had ever believed her.