9/11 Creative Writing

My heart pounded as my feet slammed along the beaten path in the woods. When I was certain I had gained enough ground, I dove under a bush. I began to crawl from the path, the branches tugging on my hair. I smiled as flowers danced across my face.

During 9/11 a tragic event happened. Two planes were hijacked and crashed into the twin towers on a beautiful Tuesday. Everyone was surprised and shocked about what had happened on such a beautiful day in Manhattan. Now from the perspective of what was occurring inside the building, it was obvious people were unaware of what was happening. After a plane crashed into the first tower, people at the bottom floor got out of the building. In the other tower, some people were confused about what was going on. After someone came onto the intercom and told everyone in the building they were safe, and that everything was going to be fine, they told everyone on the bottom floor to go back up the building but, some others still remained

The morning of 9/11 I wasn’t going to go to work because I had an allergy appointment,

Before I even landed in the US, the damage was already done. The towers had already fell and peoples intelligence fell even lower.

"9.5 billion people killed during the initial start of the War of Nations,also known as "The Great Bombing Raid", over the next 4 year, millions more became sick with radiation poisoning and died while those that..." the history professor said as he droned on about how everything came about. Ariella let out of sigh of boredom tapping her pencil against the notebook in front of her. She had already read through the whole entire course book already learning that the war had created two separate races the "Ningen" and the "Senshi" which were enemies since the Senshi could shapeshift into certain animals and the Ningen couldn't.

The floor rumbled fiercely beneath my feet. A cold jet of air brushed against my leg. My head was push against the window, viewing the taxi line filled with airliners. The roar of the engine grew violently. I could feel the acceleration tuck me back into my seat. The runway seemed to slip underneath my feet, briskly increasing in speed. Then, with a sudden lurch, the nose banked upwards. Liftoff. A sudden thrust of gravity spiked across the cabin. The vertical speed rose steeply as the tail plummeted sharply. The airport slid out of sight as the aircraft approached the lush cerulean Gulf of Mexico. I glanced back at the albicant, old cabin. I looked back at the window. The waters of the gulf of Mexico darkened along with my nerves.

I will always remember that moment. I was resting in a chair in the dining room at 8:40am of September 11, 2001. My family were gathered in the dining room for an early breakfast. My brother, Alex, was relaxing in the chair beside me. Also, my father, Chuck, was at the head of the table drinking his coffee with a touch of hazelnut and my mother, Judy, was seated next to him. In the room to the side of the dining room, the TV was powered on. Finally, at 8:45 a voice rang throughout the house.

“On the morning that he would be kidnapped, Aaron Greene left his umbrella at home.

When I was twelve years old I didn’t watch the news. Sure, I would sit on the couch with my father as he tuned in every night. He would have his feet up on the coffee table, watching Greta, O’Reilly, or whatever other host the Fox News Network had on at the time. I would have my feet up on the same table, watching the same clips on screen but still goofing around on my Gameboy Advance. I would see the news headlines and clips every night, but I never really watched the news until I was twelve years old. The first news story I ever felt compelled to watch was a special broadcast honoring the anniversary of the September 11th attacks. I don’t think there will be another two hours in my life that will change me as profoundly as that special did.

On the morning of September 11, 2011 at 8:46 am the 1st plane hit the World

On Monday September 11th I went to Springfield Plaza at around 4:30 p.m. I went inside of the popeyes that is inbetween the music and arts store and Duron Paints & Wallcoverings store. I went there because I know that popeyes on weekdays is usually always filled with people at the time because a lot of people get off of work at around this time. I also was hungry after school so I went there to eat at the same time as i’m studying groups of people. I decided to sit around the front of the store because i’m at the edge and can see all the other tables in front of me. I also could go to the other end of the table that I am sitting on to see outside the windows and see the people walking outside. When looking out the window I witnessed a lot of cars pass by with the American flags on them, to commemorate the victims of 9/11.

“THUMP! THUMP!” A soft thumping sound came from May’s room upstairs. She glanced up from her dinner plate, curious as to what was causing this noise. Her father, Jack, however paid no attention to this disrupting noise. He was too engulfed in reading the news from his phone. May chose to speak up. Since the thumping noise had yet to cease.

The incident of 9/11 is considered as one of the most dreadful terror attack occurred in the recent years. It is believed that the attack was regulated by Al-Qaeda and its chief, Osama Bin-Laden. It happened on September 11, 2001, when 19 militants of Al-Qaeda, the Islamist extremist group hijacked four American planes. This was a suicidal attack targeting United States of America devastating the twin tower of World Trade Center in New York completely. Two of the planes hijacked by the militants hit the two towers of World Trade Center, the third plane hit the Pentagon, the US Military base and fourth plane in the fields in Pennsylvania killing more than

The scorching July sun in Tokyo. It was so dreadful to live here. By noon, the sun becomes hot, it burns every living cells in a human being. The amount of sweat people generate, no wonder they avoid going out during this time. Who wants to come home, cooked? But because of time of need and dates, people would go out, cover themselves with thick clothes, while wearing sunglasses. While people who had no important event to go to, would try to make their homes cool with the help of an air conditioner and fans.

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