9/11 Short Stories

Baby Smarika was born approximately after 8 hours of labor. Smarika began to go into distress, which made doctor to perform a C-section of my wife. My eyes rolled into tears when I hold her after 10 minutes. I was amazed when I held her in the delivery room. My partner and I felt the biggest surge

She told the nurse that she was not enjoying her pregnancy but believed that she will learn to love her baby once it is born. She went on to state that she had not discussed her feelings with her husband and family and asked the nurse to keep the conversation private.

she was crying but she seemed to feel overwhelmed with her life. Her husband had come home

​She turned away and took a deep breath, wondering how to say it, and when she finally started, her voice was quiet. “I’m pregnant. You remember Ian, right? He was our high school friend.” Lawrence sat in silence for endless minutes, staring at Daisy, unable to believe what he had just heard, yet believing it. He could see in her eyes that she meant every word she had said. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. He nodded understandingly.

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

“But that still doesn’t answer my question as to how you knew that wasn’t my mother?” said Jack. “She was there, at my door, in plain sight!”

I’m going to enjoy each moment of this life and never take it for granted. This was another chance to get it right and she wouldn’t squander it. She could feel her child stirring in the womb and she began to hum a lullaby stroking her stomach to soothe her son or daughter.

The oldest residents of the hospital basement were the spiders and their webs, a clear sign that no one else's footsteps had echoed within these walls for years. Maya's eyes darted around in concern not wanting to get in trouble for the third time this month. She glanced towards Ash who held the torch shining it onto old files of older patients buried just outside the centre. The smell of rotting wood and metal hung in the air, a pile of blood covered sheets tossed in the corner.

She then cringed as she conjured up the image of Samuel and the expression on his face when she had told him she was marrying someone else. The hurt in his eyes had burned a hole in her heart that remained to this day. She quivered all over, not from the nasty cold, but as a reaction to her thoughts as they drifted back to that ghastly day and to the moment she realized she was pregnant with Owen’s baby: the day her life ceased to exist as she had known it.

William felt sick as he scrambled off his seat and frantically searched the area for cover. He could clearly hear the thumps of dead bodies hitting the deck, just as he could hear the drip drip drip of Michel’s blood as it hit the floor. In the corner of his eye, he could see the powder monkey trampled on the floor. There was no honor for the dead in the midst of a battle. He needed a hiding spot., something, anything! If he could just find a place to hide and wait out the battle…

It was a hot, summer morning in late June when I heard barking outside my door. It was my dog, lucky, trying to wake me up. I got up and went downstairs.

“I came here to tell the love of my life that I am pregnant with his baby, however, I was too late and he is already on the ship.” Sighs Frances sadly wondering why she told this stranger.

“ Everything will be fine, you see they are fine” my mother told Jorge to calm him down. She knew that it was his first born. Since I was her only child she understood Jorge.My mother always told me how speacial your first child would be.That was also where I had realized that, during that moment Jorge and my mother had actually shared a nice moment. Jorge and my mother had not really gotten along. She thought no one was good enough for Rocio. I was kind of happy to know that my family was getting closer which was a nice feeling. After three days of observation and nursing Rocio and Lindsay came home.

I will never forget the moment my labor began, the moment that marked that step in my journey into motherhood. I can remember everything about it so clearly. My mom, fiancé, and I woke up early Friday morning to make our way to Western Missouri Medical Center. I stood in front of the mirror looking at my belly knowing it would be my last time standing in that bathroom with my baby inside of me still. It was a bittersweet moment that I cherished as long as I possibly could. I was set to be induced that morning and very excited, yet a little bit nervous. I had no idea what to expect. I’d been waiting a very long 37 weeks to finally meet this precious human that had been growing inside me. I had ideas of what he might look like, and what the experience might be like, however nothing could have prepared me for what was in store over the next few days.

Her father had been right; she was just as precocious as the amazing little kid he had seen on TV. But I was right too: she would do these things when she was good and ready, and not a moment sooner.