9/11 Alternate Ending

The air was full of dust and it made my throat irritated. Amanda pointed up frantically with fear in her eyes. I looked up to see a huge cloud of black smoke. The streets filled with the sounds of sirens and horrifying screams. We had no idea what was going on but it felt like WW3 had begun. Other witnesses told us that a plane flew into one of the towers. I lived about 30 blocks away so my first reaction was to get to safety. We started sprinting down the sidewalk. We heard the engine of another plane because this

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,

9/11 is one of the first memories many of us have. The panic. The terror. How the country recoiled and reformed in response to the terrorist attack that was unwarrented. Everything has changed since that day. Things such as airport security, government, and anti-Islamic violence.

"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.

Terrorism can be considered to be evil, but could there be an attack of terrorism that is eviler than another? Many, many terrorist attacks have happened from since the beginning of time to now. The two that is going to be compared will be 9/11 in New York, and the recent attack in Charlottesville, VA. As 9/11 is a well-known terrorist attack to the United States of America, it can be implied that 9/11 was the worst and most evil terrorist attack there has ever been, when in reality all terrorist attacks are evil, but deciding which one, Charlottesville or 9/11, was the evilest will be difficult.

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

"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.

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

8:44 am: Flight attendant Amy Sweeney, from Flight 11, reports by telephone to Michael Woodward at the American Airlines Flight Services Office in Dallas, "Something is wrong. We are in a rapid descent... we are all over the place." A minute later, Woodward tells her to describe what she sees out the window and she responds, "I see the water. I see the buildings. I see buildings..." and after a short pause, she says, "We are flying low. We are flying very, very low. We are flying way too low." A few seconds later she says, "Oh my God, we are way too low.”

Which would set Kid off in a wailing despair of desperation to find the offending toilet paper and correct it. Liz would simply paint her nails calmly knowing her statement was not true and Patty would chuckle watching after kid in astonishment still getting used to this quirk of his.

“Mi hijo, levantate. Ya nos vamos,” my mother whispered. “Wake up, my son. We’re leaving.” I woke up confused with my eyes still half closed. It was 3 hours past midnight on a morning during the Spring of 2002. “Why is there packed luggage? Where were we going? Are we going on vacation?” I thought. My mother must have seen my confusion, as we boarded the bus and said “Los Estados Unidos.” “The United States.” At only 5 years of age, the only thing I knew about Los Estados Unidos was the tragic events of 9/11 that unfolded 6 months prior to that night. The last thing I remember about that morning was watching my small, emerald-colored house disappear into the distance as our bus drove away.

This story is going to be based off of AHS. It will include some similarities to the show.

Tonight was silent, almost no animals to be heard. No cars growling, nothing. But within this night were two friends just hanging out. Milo turned to his friend, John. And he spoke to break the silence that had cast over after the movie ended.

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

It is important to clarify that this is not an unique and unite theory, but instead it differs from scholar to scholar because each one have a different focus. With the emergence of new non-state threats that not only affect States but also individuals, like terrorism, the need for a new approach capable of offering new responses was indeed needed, following a post-positivist way (Malik, 2005). In the last years the wake up call to rethink security as a concept was the 9/11 attacks, giving to critical theory an opportunity.