9/11 Short Stories

Thunder growled in the near distance, rain pelting the tower as thick, drab mist swirled through the forest. The bright sun struggled against the cloudy blanket that spread across the dark sky. Through the dense trees, there could be seen a tower. It stood proudly, it's imposing presence known to it's vast surroundings. Stone upon stone had been covered by ivy and vines covering an expanse of the dank tower. Decorative bands of Caen stone could be beheld peeking out from underneath the moss. A single entrance was seen near the top of the tower, just below the pointed roof. It was large enough that a person, such as a rescuer, might easily fit through it. At the open window, stood a woman, dressed in burgundy with gold lining her sleeves and neckline. Her long, flaxen hair swayed behind her in the strong breeze, splashes of rain touching her blushing cheeks. Beneath elongated lashes sat dark cobalt eyes, wondering and curious. They rested on a man in front of her, clinging onto the window as they conversed. At almost six foot and a half, the man was typically heroic. His many sparkling embellishments showed his royalty as he waited for the damsel to take his offer of marriage.

I. Forced to wear a dress at a formal event that Hyesun had dragged her to, she was stunning. No matter how much of a ‘delinquent’ she was to others, there was something about the aura that she gave off. It was incredible to see such class and grace in one setting. The younger would always wear articles of black and just so opposite from the ivory dress she was wearing. There were going to be stars at the party, and she was definitely one of them.

It was October 31st, 1999, one windy, cold, and dark Halloween night. Three friends, McKenzie, Baylee, and Vanessa decided they wanted to stay home alone while Baylee’s parents were at work. She told everyone she lived in a “hell house” all her life because there was constantly something going on. Doors flying open, voices, footsteps. Nothing ever stayed where they had put it. Her parents worked all the time and she was constantly terrified. On Halloween it tended to get worse but no one had ever believed her.

There was a blanket of darkness in the room; as if someone had woven the sky into a dark cloth and spread it over the room. It was cold. Colder than the frostbite slowly inching up Robert Peary’s leg. An icy blue flame was flickering above the wick of a well-used candle. The misty shade of purple from the curtains filled the room with a bleak atmosphere. On top of a wooden drinks cabinet sat a wireless whispering in the background of the room.

It was a snowy cold night when me and my friends Gabe, Jacob, and Ryan decided to go for a walk in the city of Boston. On our way walking down the long cracked up sidewalk, we heard a weird crackling sound coming from the other side of the road. “ What in the living world is that Peter,” exclaimed Gabe.

Jolie tried her hardest to remain quiet as she entered the dark, musty basement that smelt like dead animals. The music played loudly, which masked the creaks of the stairs she stepped on. She gripped the broom tightly in her hand. Jolie squinted her eyes around to make out anything that made the music turn on or the loud crashes. Her eyes rested on a man and she tried her hardest not to panic. She quickly, but quietly turned around and walked up the stairs trying to remain calm all the while. When the man started humming along with the violin music she began to cry; she didn’t want to cry. Jolie gripped the railing and the broom slipped from her hand and fell down the stairs. The man jerked around made eye contact with her. He was frowning and then a devilish smirk appeared. She let out the scream she had been holding in for what seemed like forever. Jolie

hours, bye.” Ring-ring-ring, Aliah calls Nicole. “ Hi Nicole”, “ Hey”, “ so do you want to meet up at Central Park?” Aliah asks. “ Sure, why not.” Nicole accepts to meet. 30 minutes later, Nicole and Aliah will now meet at central park to have a conversation. “ Hey Nicole”, Aliah hugs Nicole. “ So, i wanted to talk to you about something and I know you might not like it.” Aliah says. “ What?” Nicole question. “ My mom told me that tomorrow, i am moving to Houston Texas for my father’s business.” She tells her sadly. “ Nooooo, why? Please stay, please.” “ I’m sorry, but we can still call facetime and text” Aliah replies. “ But still, i won’t be seeing in real life, though.” Nicole cries. Ring-ring-ring. “ I have to go, my mom is calling me,

It was the first week of Autumn and leaves enclosed the earth like a blanket. The water was tranquil as the fishermen went out to sea. The sea breeze was strong yet refreshing. The board walk was abandoned apart from a few older fishermen. I come here every morning for my daily walk. All the same people are here every day, however this morning there was a new person. A mid teen girl wearing featureless clothes. I sat on a bench to take in the view. The girl stopped a few meters in front of me observing the railing of the boardwalk. Her hand gently skimmed the wood panelling and this slight movement allowed me to see a piece of stained white paper. It had red smudges all over it with black neat writing on it. She leaned over the

It was dark, probably early in the morning, something had awoken the professor. He slowly opened his eyes, and slipped his feet on the ground, and sat on his bed. He rubbed his eyes. The professor grabbed his watch: It was 3:00 Am. It would be no use to try to go to sleep again, so he lazily shuffled into his kitchen, and turned on the coffee machine. When his coffee was finished, he took a sip. The silky, warm drink felt nice in his cold RV. He had been camping out in there along with a multitude of different scientists and professors of several nationalities. All of them studying this arena, it was almost the size of a country, and it was now housing 32 kids. Most of them were 5-10 year old orphans. Except one. Nobody knows how he snuck inside,

“Do something for me, and I will give you twelve payments, of a hundred thousand dollars, every month.” A mysterious voice said, from the shadows.

As I heard Mom’s feet thumping against the wood floor go away, I opened the door and stuck my head out in all directions. The coast was clear. I stood there eyeing down the suitcase for the next 10 minutes. I wasn’t giving up this fight, but I still took the stupid suitcase into my room.

When I crawled out of bed in the next morning, knew I needed to go in search her. However, the natural storm had gone away, I wondered when the storm would stop that was rampaging in my life. As I woke up barely giving any brush to clothes, strolled outside, stepping down, and reached at the reception desk to see if there was any message being dropped by anyone, knowing anyone want to meet me or any idea to be concerned her.

The sunlit sky glazed the courtyard, casting a gold complexion over decayed brick and rustic car parts scattered everywhere. A wrist watch reading 5:16 beeped, echoing through the courtyard breaking silence. Ian; a drunken but wholesome man lay there turning up a bottle of Strawberry Harry’s whiskey every few seconds while staring at a photograph . Indistinctly murmuring random words, Ian fell into an alcoholic slumber. Unlike his usual intoxication, a white flash flooded his vision leaving everything in an ocean of white.

The world is always so quiet at this time, no one expects anything of anyone. All the cars along the highway lessen as dawn comes, but there’ll be a rush again soon. The tiles under my feet clink as I walk, but the cool wind drowns out any noise. My legs dangle over the gutter of the roof as I suck back on the burning cigarette. Another one, I think to myself. This is the third night in a row I’ve had a nightmare. I wake up with this burning sensation in my head, as if it’s run a million miles, my heart beating out of my chest and my breath is quick and heavy. They always end the same. A man I don’t see whispers something to me, and everything turns to white noise and screaming.

“What happened? Who are you?” Bob asked as he tried to get up. His one functioning leg quickly failed throwing him to the ground head first. His ears filled with a loud ringing dominating his thoughts. Using his last ounces of energy at the moment he rolled himself over. He looked up hopefully to the heavens. And resorted to a devoted sincere prayer.