9/11 Short Stories

Vehemently, I threw my myself on the bed, covered my head with pillows and screamed in pain and agony.Like a pack of wild, hungry ferocious wolves, the thoughts began to commence and every second they got louder. Like paws,every sentence clawed at my brain,every thought pierced my mind in agony,and my body began to shake. The shivers started from the tip of my fingers and cascaded straight down my gut, my body shook, and I screamed

Death enveloped me, it suffocated me. It stuck to me like glue. I felt I could touch it.

My feet, without any cloths to protect them were bloody and covered in sores from rubbing against sharp stones. Like some of the horrible bed sores one of my many brothers had gotten years ago. At least that is how I am picturing them in my mind, as couldn’t see them in this light, or lack of. My feet ached, hunger pains were beginning to rise, my head, with such intense pain and that awful, awful feeling that I was not alone. I could feel the hairs on my neck stand as the eerie buzz of silence screamed in my ear. Unconsciously my slow pacing of the perimeter broke into a full speed run.

It was just for one night, thought she as she closed the window. The wind is howling and the rain is conducting a symphony of drums against the glass. She turns around and starts walking across the room, the white carpet is soft underneath her bare feet, as she walks to her chair, fixing up her mess of long, beautiful black hair into a messy bun. She has the hair of a Disney princess and the school thought she's one of the most beautiful girls in the entire class, with eyes of ice and a heart of gold. Underneath the mountain of clothes she has yet to put away she finds a towel and hands it to Roman. He takes it from her, their hands lightly touch and he flashes that million dollar, white as snow smile. His dad must be drinking again. Why else

So we all went down to the basement with flashlights and saw Kathryn starring at the wall. I walked up to her and gently grabbed her hand and she whispered to me.

Eyes struggled to open, the world around me blurry, dark, spinning. “Danny, Danny, are you alright?” I heard my mother ask frantically. Confused, startled, feeling like someone was trying to hammer a nail through my head, a warm and sticky fluid running down the side of my face, my eyes gradually converging on my surroundings.

If only I knew how much those words would mean to me now. My eyes shot open in fear, the unknown surroundings swallowing me whole. My throat closed up, the rawness rubbing along with air ways, clawing at my neck. I couldn't breathe, as I rolled over to my chest, coughing up the remains of dryness within my throat.

a flame shot up the stream. it went into the bottle and exploded the blast sent me flying across the kitchen. the flames hit the roof and left scorch marks my hair and

Completely bewildered at my sudden movement where my body became a puppet, it was just in time where a crimson burning match flew like a bullet just a centimetre away from my forehead. It’s fleeting heat caressing my face, lighting the bomb in my heart which was exploding

As I began, pressure was tightening against my lungs and I gasped for each breath. My heart was no longer in my chest, but rather in my eardrums pounding in staccato beats. My legs heaved and pulled against my

My muscles were tensing and my hands threatened to rip the silky surface from beneath. My mind rapidly raced from the sheer adrenaline of a passion that was practically seeping out of my pores. My ragged breathing escalates just as I'm on the verge of melting from the relentless spine tingling pleasure that proceeded invade my body. Just as I'm reaching the climax, a sudden voice begins to continually plea my name over and over and over again.

Sometimes I was unaware and lost focus, and I blinked when I felt the sharpness of his teeth again, I tried to move, I was wiggling and squirming, but they held me down I felt the trickling of blood rushing down my back like that of a flowing river. The darkness that surrounded me as my body ached and was on fire my mind kept drifting towards the horrifying sounds that would never

I tried once more. Her title escaped my lips, but no equal and opposite reaction followed. She still lay motionless and I swallowed my tongue. My heart slowed for a split second, then shot to a speed of beating much faster than it had ever experienced. My eyes remained adhered to my mother and I felt warm despite the moderate temperature of the room. My stomach was still at war with me but now for a different reason: it wanted to release anything that was within it. I struggled to find air even though it surrounded me in abundance. An odor bit at my nose, the smell of death. I knew from the moment it entered my nostrils that there could be no other description for it than

I could feel the blood pounding in my chest. Blackness crept into the fringes of my vision. My voice was hoarse from screaming; I didn’t remember screaming though.

“We all felt the fire tearing away at the walls. Puffs of smoke continued to spew through the glass doors. My head spun and I fell onto the brittle floor. The man and woman limped towards the shattered doors together, lined in blood and charred with ash. The woman disappeared through the escaping smoke as the screeching door opened. But the man was still in my sight.”