9/11 Short Stories

“Hello” I shout. “Anybody there” I yell into the darkness. My voice echoes far into the darkness of the world beyond. I don’t know where I am, and I don’t know who I am. Each day I sit here calling out into the dark hoping to see the light. I am trapped. I travel each and every hour searching for light or a means to escape this perilous abyss. I wait for the light to reappear each day, small slivers of light at first. But, eventually the bright gleaming rays of light pierce the abyss.

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

You’re too thankful to be anything but satisfied. “Right now, he’s recovering from the procedure he just did.”

The old man quickly realized that he was a fake version of his kind. The old man swung at him to see if he would react and see if he can go fast in time and try to evade it. Jacob failed and got hit by the old man's blade by a bit and cut his hand open. The old man told him that he was too slow and that he can do it faster. As Jacob argued with him saying why he did that, the man got bandages and covered him up.

I squint my eyes against the bright sun. It glares in my eyes refusing to allow any clouds, if there were any, to give me shade. Well I do not think the sun is worried about me, but maybe it would if only I could find something. Anything. I dig for artifacts, for bones, like I said for anything of value. I decide to take a break, the heat is killing me, and get a drink of water. I stand and brush the dust off my legs.

“MUM! Wait!” I yell. My throat is sore, partly from the yelling, but mostly from the running. The thick, night fog blocked my vision of the path ahead completely, only allowing the occasional glow of the street lamps barely come in sight. I don't remember why I’m running or where I’m headed exactly, just that something is going to happen. Something bad; but what? I trust my instincts to guide me through the maze of eerily empty streets and parked cars. I thought I’d seen something move in the corner of my eye, that’s when I hear the deafening explosion to my right. I cower beneath my arms, ready to anticipate the blazing heat of the supposed flames. I don’t feel anything. I realize why. Towering above me, a pair of worried eyes cautiously

They walked in the house and all went to their separate rooms. Calliope’s room was just down the hall from Quinn’s, so they walked up together.

The fireworks had just ended leaving large smoke clouds in the sky, and the large swarms of people made there way to the front gate. Lauren reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone to check the time. She clicked the lock button on the side a few times before realizing I had died. She sighed heavily knowing she had probably missed Camila’s good night text. Something they had done every night around the same time for the last 4 years.

I. Forced to wear a dress at a formal event that Hyesun had dragged her to, she was stunning. No matter how much of a ‘delinquent’ she was to others, there was something about the aura that she gave off. It was incredible to see such class and grace in one setting. The younger would always wear articles of black and just so opposite from the ivory dress she was wearing. There were going to be stars at the party, and she was definitely one of them.

Waking up with the feeling of fear, contempt and uselessness. Looking out the window watching kids on the streets riding their bikes full of laughter and joy. I walk downstairs and see my husband making me breakfast and asks me to sit down. I pick up my fork and force myself to at least try to eat something. My stomach was grumbling, no doubt I was hungry but I was too nervous to the point that I couldn’t hold anything down.

Doris and I bike in silence in the morning. When we stop for a coffee break, the sun rises over the Pacific. “Another amazing day on Planet Earth,” I mumble and turn to Doris. “Thanks for sharing it with me.”

I slept considerably late last night despite knowing that I'll have to turn up early the next day for my first day back at the bakery. I had it all planned out: wake up at 9, eat breakfast that consist of a cup of coffee and an omelette that I’ll figure out how to make, eventually, and be out the door by 11, having just enough time to catch the bus and arriving half past eleven even though my usual shift begins at noon.

"We’ll go slowly. I promise I’m not going to try to replace her mother, if that’s what you’re worried about. I’d like to meet her if you’ll let

“Please, just… Talk to her. She needs clarification, and I believe that you should be the one to tell her-”

“Ok, just be careful,” she said nervous still. “I don’t want to lose you over some crazy people.”