9/11 Short Stories

The ancient mariner and his crew were travelling northward toward the land of “mist and snow” (line 51). Their ship was surrounded by ice when “at length came an Albatross,

“Do you know when the next boat is returning to Toronto? Not that I’m not enjoying this, it’s just that I can’t disappear without a trace, Florence would worry,” she said.

“Then the great, pure wind took her also, and she went with it across the sea, shrieking horribly, and it seemed that all the water burnt after her.” ( p.p. 253-254).

Her love of the ocean brings to her to awakening, the happiness and wholeness that she always longed after.

The water swirled around angrily, like wheels turning, whirling around so angirly unto everything it seized and cast into in the dark, fathomless darkness. It was right through these whrilpools that she had to pass. The path to the seawitches lair was nothing more than a disgusting

The deep waters is the only body of water in the world that produces 50 foot waves consistently. Just when you think the princess couldn’t any luckier a magical speed boat appeared. At first the Princess was a little weary of the speed boat. But when she got on it the speed boat went an incredible speed and not only that but the speed boat went through the waves. It took her about an hour to get through the deep waters and to arrive at her final destination. The baring hot desert.

I sit with you on your boat, basking in the warmth June always brings. We’re with our friends, blasting music as we travel aimlessly around the small lake, creating wavy ripples in our wake. I can’t stop thinking about Jen and how she refused to come, according to Marie. I can't understand why she is so angry with me; they’d dated so long ago. I stand up and head to the other side of the boat, opening the small door that leads to the edge. I think about jumping into the green tinted water of the lake, but can’t seem to get my legs to agree with my mind. I hear you open the small door behind me and join me.

"The water of the Gulf stretched out before her, gleaming with the million lights of the sun. The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in the abysses of solitude. All along the white beach, up and down, there was no living thing in sight. A bird with a broken wing was beating the air above, reeling, fluttering, circling disabled down, down to the water." Chapter XXXIX

She dipped her toes into the warm water, causing a ripple to spread out across the lake. She slid down into the blue water, up to her chin. Then ducked her head underneath. She didn’t resurface for a couple minutes. I could barely hold my breath for thirty seconds. She must be as swimmer. She lay in the warm spring in a light blue one piece with the back open. She had long, tan, legs, that were toned, and muscular. Her dark brown hair was in a braid the reached to the top of her waist. This blue lagoon seemed to be unknown to anyone but her. It was deep in the forest in the midst of big tall weeping willows. The sun peeked through the tops of the highest trees and little rays shone down on the water. It looked like a place you would see in a fairytale book, and she was a lovely princess.

Sighing, she said, “We’ve been lost for a while, but I was afraid that if I told you, you would be mad at

Nammi ran across the open bay feeling as if it were nothing more than an open shooting range. Shots rained down around them as the world erupted into chaos and flames. Her boots ground against the metal below them, the debry scattered around making it difficult to keep stable footing. Namid slid to cover as the damsel in distress (Jorgen) she saved only a few moments before caught up to her.

When they were still a ways away, they heard a distant humming that made all their hearts ache and minds numb. As the noise slowly grew louder and everyone grew more transfixed on the music one of the newlywed couple’s friends, Sophus, told them they shouldn’t listen to the noise but rather turn back away from it as quickly as possible. Nicanor was prepared to listen to his wise, old friend Sophus, but when Berenice and Chrysanthe came up and persuaded him to listen to the music’s enchanting lyrics and luring melody. Sophus seeing he would get nowhere took matters into his own hands and ordered the crew to go below deck and locked them down there. He then gently led the newlyweds and their four other friends to a safe room where no one could escape and he locked them all inside. They all listened to the captivating song while slowly drifting past on a gentle current blessed by the sea god Poseidon. When the song was long gone and everyone had left their daze behind they all went back to the top deck and safely rowed themselves home all thoughts of touring more sights

The next morning James pulled himself out of bed and got ready. The day was bright and warm with very few clouds in the sky; the fresh scents of summer filled his nostrils as he prepared to embark on this adventure. For one hour and thirty minutes James drove through the constant stretch of road until he reached something. It was a boat ramp, but something was off. The ramp had been consumed by the elements of nature and time and floating near the ramp was an old wooden paddle boat engraved with the words “Katherine Rogers” on the side. It seemed to have been there only a couple weeks. James carefully boarded the small paddle boat and made his way north, where at a distance, a island could be spotted with a castle-like structure

I sat next to Zoe. She didn't look up, but she scooted over when I sat. "Come on you still mad at me?" I asked. I put my arm around her shoulder and shook her, "Come on," I repeated. She looked up, but not at me. Her gaze went around me to the librarian shushing us. "Don't worry about her. I'm sorry I made you feel jealous."

Suddenly the man turned towards her. “If we don’t make it. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”