9/11 Short Stories

The day was dark. I could feel a storm approaching. The gentle sunlight glistening through the clouds, now covered by a heavy mist. Drop. Drop. Drop. The coldness of the water tinged my face. And the earth shook, as a large boom erupted from the sky followed by a light crackle. By now, I was soaked, like that night. I continued walking through the deserted streets when a large flash erupted from the sky. Oh, great lightning, today was getting better and better. A woman and her young child was running towards their car to seek shelter. The walk was a long and dreadful one, I found myself looking at the place I left 15 years ago. The house was still dark and foreboding as ever, the shutters hanging off its hinges and the roof in a state of disrepair.

It was dark as night outside yet still early, and the heavy winds were causing the rain to smack in to the house. Dime stood peeping out of the window as she hid her naked body behind the curtains, staring at the trees dancing in the storm.

“Why am I here? What happened to me? Who am I?” Everything was happening so fast, It felt like i couldn't breathe. I began to cry.

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.

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.

The darkness of the night is punctured by the headlights of the car. I look to my left and Violet is driving the car. I drove that day, I’ll never forget. I try to reach out for her, but I can never get to her in time. I stare straight ahead and prepare for what’s coming. To think I could prepare to be jerked through the windshield. Our car crashes the one approaching us from the other lane. I get up and run to Violet. I tell her I’m sorry. I tell her it’ll be alright. Sshe tells me to take good care of Azure. The night is only lit by the flashing emergency lights, which seemed to make Violet’s bloodstains pink and my tears appear white. Her blue eyes fade to gray and her soul leaves her body. It’s all my fault.

Raindrops ran down the window pane, creating streaks of water on the glass. A lightning bolt struck lazily, and a quiet roll of thunder followed. Fragile clouds let loose a few rays of sun, illuminating small parts of the city. The woman lounging in the window seat languidly drew a few finishing strokes on a piece of paper, then set the sketch aside, allowing her eyes to roam to the outside. She rubbed them gently, blinking out the dreariness that came with stormy days. No balloons today, she thought with disappointment. They were beautiful with their bright colors and elaborate designs.

She smiled at the sound of her music. She walked her usual route to school. That normal shrub, that normal tree, that normal building. She sighed at all of the normal things that she passed every day. She just hoped that something else would happen, something exciting. She got the wind knocked out of her as she was pushed out of the way from an unknown force, and an unknown reason. She looked back in time to see that a man had pushed her out of the way as an SUV and a Semi-truck collided with each other. The that stood in front of her was telling her something, but she couldn’t hear anything from the blasting of her headphones. She was too in shock to move, or remove her headphones to hear the man. The police siren sounded off in the distance. She felt the fire

The rope hung from the tree, swaying in the howling wind. I step closer, and closer. My hands grasp the loop and raise it higher over my head. I climb up the stool, and step off.

I had just exited the barber shop when my dad was waiting for me inside his van. I agreed to help my aunt move her household items into boxes in preparation for her new home. I agreed to help because not only was I close to my aunt; I also get to see my cousin, Joseph. I had kept my thoughts about him throughout the car ride until we finally arrived at my aunt’s house. As usual, she ran outside to welcome me and my dad warmly while Joseph stood on the doorway watching us from the shadows. When I walked up to him to say my greetings, he did the same but he wasn’t as enthusiastic as the three of us. With that, my Dad worked alongside our aunt while I was paired with my cousin who was in charge of carrying living room furniture out of the house.

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.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the bank where Mushroom Man was waiting. "There you guys are," he said. "I was waiting for a long time." "Sorry about that," Jessica said. "It took a while to choose a name." "It's fine," Mushroom Man said. "So, what are you going to call yourselves?" He said in curiosity. "Well I'm calling myself Banana Queen, and Kevin is calling himself Bomb-om Boy." Jessica said. "So wait, you have a costume. When will we get ours?" Jessica said. "I thought you'd ask that question, so I came prepared." Mushroom Man pulled out two costumes, one yellow and white and one black and navy blue. "Wow," Kevin said. "Those look awesome." Mushroom Man handed the yellow and white one to Jessica, and the black and navy blue one

Once he was checking his phone and trying to turn it on.As they were looking around they saw a security house.

“Uh, yeah- I guess you can say I enjoy a cup of coffee every once in awhile.” I try to casually laugh it off to no avail.

It has only been males born into the family. Android 17 wasn't mad about that, but sometimes he thought he would like to hear a girl running around the house, shouting'' where's daddy, or having random moments dressing his daughter in dresses when she's older. Of course he would buy her a doll and imagine having fake tea with his daughter when they will sip fake tea from princess cups.