9/11 Short Stories

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The ground shook. Tables were falling over, glass shattering all over the floor. Worried faces were shared among the crowd of children. Then, the world went black. I awoke with the sound of beeps in the distance. My eyes fluttered, eyelashes blocking my small spot of a view. In the corner, I could see my mom, her head in her hands, shaking slowly from tears. I gradually moved my head to the left. The room was bright, with white floors and bleached walls. There were multiple carts full of medical supplies right next to me. While scanning the room, I could hear my mother gasp and run out of the door. Moments later, a tall lanky guy walked into in the room. He was wearing scrubs with little stars and a light blue stethoscope was dangling from …show more content…

She was taking control of my emotions. But how? We sat on the damp dirt floor, the sweet soil sinking into my hospital robe. I could smell fresh flowers, the sweetness making me hungry. “When can I eat?” I asked, “more importantly, when can I change?” She looked at me, her brown eyes sparkled as bright as the sun, her brown hair flowing in the breeze. “Soon,” she murmured. She turned back around, and howled. Howled so loud it shook the trees. So loud that my ears rang. “Wait,” she said, not looking at me, “wait.” I looked forward, and saw a huge pack of wolves running for me. “Get out of the way!” I yelled, tugging at her sleeve. She shook me off and looked at me once again. I could feel her eyes burning on me, making me sit down. I sat criss-crossed, waiting for the wolves to come at me. I survived a bombing, and I will now die from a hungry pack of wolves. I shut my eyes tight, waiting for them to attack. I waited, and waited, and waited. “Open your eyes…” A voice whispered. I lifted an eyelid, feeling a warm breath on my neck. “Other one…” The voice was louder. I opened both of my eyes to see a wolf. A wolf sitting in front of me, tongue out, and a glint of light in its eyes. Was this the thing that was talking to me? “Raina Parks,” the wolf said soothingly. Me? This wolf was speaking to …show more content…

I looked down at my hand, a red circle was engraved into my palm. I flexed my hand, and looked again. Symbols were slowly showing up, light to dark. It was a weird figure, a large circle filled with transcripts, they shone brightly.
After staring at my hand for short time, something caught my eye. A flower! There was a bright blue flower with pink stripes, in the corner of the cave. I sprinted over, sitting down just before it. I reached out, touching one of the petals. A bright light blinded me, making me stumble back, landing on my hands. A red glittering line ran across the cave. It brightened the world. Making the sky blue again, the grass green, the trees alive, the water holes filled, and the animals healed. Shadow appeared out of the shadows of a corner.
“I told you. Chosen one,” She said with a huge

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9/11 Short Stories