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.

Out of the darkness, rivers of brilliant light and color began to flow all around her, as if a dam holding back a rainbow had miraculously burst. Then she heard the music... a melody so beautiful it tugged at her very soul. It was as if the euphony clothed her in an impenetrable blanket. She felt warm. She felt safe. Uncontrollably, tears welled up, the hymn gripping her heart, and she was forced to squeeze her eyes shut and instinctively her body curled into a protective ball.

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

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.

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

“Describe to me everything that happened between first seeing Sarah and now,” requested the Police officer.

The howls of swaying leaves cut through the grisly night. The only light ascended from the moon, though it was barley visible amidst the trembling towers of trees. Branches of wrinkled wooden limbs creaked and groaned as they swayed to the sound of the wind’s whispered secrets. Exposed, contorted roots sprung from the ground desperately trying to escape from the ravenous demons that dragged them down to a more hellish fate. Tortured screams of those doomed to a punishment of fire and brimstone erupted from within the deafening quakes of the woodlands, and the deep cackles of a hag could be heard faintly after.

Ace stared out the window on the 3rd story floor of a rundown apartment in new york staring at the odd symbol on the warehouse across the street.

He stopped; footsteps stunned into silence. His face was drawn; his cheeks sunken. The red stain of his shadow faded as the horizon devoured the sun, engulfing him in darkness. The moon rose higher and the stars came out one by one, their celestial dance glittering in the dissipating clouds. His eyes began to adjust to the darkened surroundings as he took one last glance behind him. In that moment he knew he was leaving his past for good.

Dawn hummed the tune to the familiar intro. She carried the soda pop, sandwiches, potato chips, and other snacks from the dock’s gangplank to the deck of the boat as she sang…

“No you are not,” He says. “Even if you manage to get to the island they aren't letting anyone in or out.”

The dog, still at the top of the hill, coolly watching the charade after having learned his lesson about going straight down, trots down the service road and is waiting for us when we finally get to the bottom.

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.

The dog coolly watched the charade from the top of the hill and, having learned his lesson about going straight down, turned away from the steep hill and trotted down the service road. He was waiting for us, grinning, when we finally got to the bottom.

It was a cold Autumn day. The sun was shining very bright even though it was 14 degrees out. The trees were swaying back and forth and back and forth. Nina and Derek just got out of school and were heading towards the street that Derek's grandmas house. Nina is a very curious girl for her age.