9/11 Short Stories

Meanwhile, Hulga lay in the loft of the barn, and due to the lack of vision correction, she struggled to discern the amount of fingers she was raising an arm's length away. Her optical deficiency was beginning to give her a throbbing pain just behind her eyes. The paralyzing ache gave rise to such agony that Hulga had no choice but to shut her eyes and get some rest.

I walk downstairs in light blue high waisted shorts and a white tank top with cowgirl boots.

The floors were swept. Curtains, a deep blue, hung straight and heavy over clean windows and the walls were neatly, uniformly painted with a warm brown. Cabinet doors were closed over their contents, the bed towards the back of the room was made, and the blanket pulled over the top was smooth and brightly colored, if a bit faded and worn. Even the herbs and candles scattered across the wooden table were done so in a systematic way, everything lining up according to some sort of order that wouldn’t be obvious to any outside observer.

Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.

I woke up to the Loud shots of gun fire not knowing where I was or how I got here. I quickly (scrambled) to my feet with hundreds of thoughts racing through my mind. When I stepped outside I quickly realized that I was in a nightmare that I could not get out of. I overheard the officers say we were in soldau, i grew up in the area with my mom, dad, grandpa and three older brothers. I walked around looking for someone I knew, anyone. The only way I could come out of this camp alive is to have and ally to ration food and water with. I quickly and (swiftly) scanned the faces of the (miserable) prisoners for someone i knew. One person looked particularly familiar but i could not put my finger on who it was, so i walked up to him and said ‘’hello’’ and before i could say anything more the man hugged me so tight i could barely breath. Still not knowing who this man was i hugged him back as if i had never felt

“I'm coming, Im com..” says Jack as his voice fades off. Sarah and I stop running to make sure Jack was okay. I saw that he had stopped.

“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

Her body always feels cold, always feels fragile. That’s why someone else’s touch always feels so foreign to her.

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.

Night crept through the streets of Cardoroth. It came slowly, spreading shadows before it that filled the narrow alleys first.

James was already in too deep to give up now. A few years ago, he was relishing his masterpiece when suddenly the front door threw itself back, opening the house up to the stormy day. Massive black coats enveloped James and sped off in their SUV with tinted windows. Hours later, James woke up tied to a chair,

This is the story of a young boy named Simon. Well, not really, ‘boy’... He was an angel.

My life is mundane, wake up, go to work, go to sleep, repeat. Therefore, this Tuesday morning is no different from any other. Semi-asleep at four in the morning I heard birds chirping outside my window. I tossed to the side trying to block noise when I realized something peculiar. Where was Shannon? My wife Shannon, she was there the night before, she was there when I fell asleep. Despite her lack of presence and my fatigue, I found myself falling back into slumber. I took no thought of her absence, assuming she had gone to work early as she sometimes does.

He cursed aloud before unintentionally releasing a round from the rifle into the air. The noise made James jump and fall back down. Those bullets sure had some power to them, he thought. His father quickly gathered him up from the ground. Whilst doing so it allowed for a close up view of his stages of deterioration. His corkscrew-like nose was losing more of its skin, as though it had been clipped multiple times with a hole puncher. Reality and despair couldn't share the same airspace within his shattered mind. One of them had to go, but he was at a loss at how to

As the sun set into the waiting night, Birmingham, known for its steel and history decades past, fell into its usual routine. The city faded into dark, much like when a song reaches its end, and became lifeless except for the few couples and families huddling together along the sidewalk. The only light shining came from the stores and restaurants still open at the time, casting ominous shadows onto the street seeming ready to grab anyone passing by. The chill in the air was much like every year in November, raising the hair on the back of the neck and making the tip of a nose ruddy. The chill was accompanied by a breeze that whistled between alleyways and disturbed the few trees present within the city itself. Despite the near-winter weather,