9/11 Short Stories

Obtrusively,the thunder bellowed outside and the roaring sound filled the small room like rock music to a broken soul.Amongst the thunder, raindrops could be seen ebbing down the windowsill forming undecipherable miniscule shapes and later sinking down in the wall to gather at the edge.

My mom drove me to school, filling the car with an awkward and unbearable silence. The only noise was her thumb tapping the steering wheel and the annoying clicking of the signals. Since I am on punishment, I'm not allowed to have the luxury of Megan driving me. To make this car ride a little bit less awkward, I turned on the radio and blasted up the volume to the highest notch.

It was as if the sky was on fire. Red and orange flames painted over the once clear blue canvas and burned. Fog enclosed the area like smoke and ash. No one would bother to notice the sun, weary from burning high in the atmosphere begin to settle. November was coming. Shorter days were creeping up on them. Cold air would soon envelop the region and the year would repeat itself.

Nikki was with Ryan and Scott at Misericordia University for Erin’s Basketball Camp. They walked a little bit and were about to walk up a flight of stairs when she started huffing and puffing and starting feeling dizzy. She did continue to walk until they got inside. “Are you okay, Nikki,” Scott said. Huffing

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.

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.

I awoke to a cacophony of screams, both of excitement and of pain. I jolted up quickly, unable to control my own muscles or vocal chords, as if a spectre was holding me back with airy fingers of death.

Joe now stands alone looking up at the house, an overnight bag in one hand and his nap sack on a stick in the other... He walks up the old stones steps, noticing pieces crumbling apart... 'This place is old alright... Just what the doctor ordered'

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 wasn’t ready for that. BAM! It hits us again, this time more forcefully, like it is trying to hit us. BAM! It is absolutely trying to hit us. BAM, BAM, BAM, SCREECH, I hear the tires of the large truck stop against the black pavement.

The darkness in the sky gave a hint towards the evil lurking in the world. Suspicion filled the minds of all trusted to defend particular terrain. A wind blew across the world. The kind of wind that seemed to whisper,” Boo”. Upon a strike of thunder, rain started to beat the ground. An aroma of terror had been commenced.

There was a mysterious tapping at the window, and a sudden silence fell over the four people sitting by the fireplace. It was as if a cold chill had invaded the warmly lit room to remind them of the threatening storm and dark outside. The two brothers and their wives had been talking of Alan Drake, although they did not speak of him often, for they had little enough to say. He had simply walked away two years ago, leaving a cryptic note:

Darkness would always cover the forbidden town just passed the river bank. It was blocked off from the village next over. The village, in which one particular boy lived out a lonely life. On this night, he decided to embark on an adventure that would change his life. No one was to ever set foot in his town if they want to stay alive, for there was killer on the lose. And in this town no one was safe not even the dead.

The sun shone against the grass. Zack blinked slowly. The wind blew against his ears, and he looked at his hands. Small, petite. He sighed softly, and heard piano from the distance. Next to him, was a silhouette of a much older man. He sat next to Zack, and placed his hand on Zack’s head. He rubbed his hair, and mouthed a few words to him. Zack attempted to understand what he said. He picked Zack up and placed him on his lap. He spoke something to him, and placed his hands on Zack’s shoulders.

When I woke up, I almost drowned by the smell hand sanitizer around me. I looked and I was surrounded by doctors. “Hello Ms. Lopez, I am Doctor Rupert,” he announced.