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.

“Hello” I shout. “Anybody there” I yell into the darkness. My voice echoes far into the darkness of the world beyond. I don’t know where I am, and I don’t know who I am. Each day I sit here calling out into the dark hoping to see the light. I am trapped. I travel each and every hour searching for light or a means to escape this perilous abyss. I wait for the light to reappear each day, small slivers of light at first. But, eventually the bright gleaming rays of light pierce the abyss.

Ma’am!” I hear a voice say, although I don’t listen. I keep flailing my arms and legs.

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

Alma woke up that morning to the sight of gently falling snow outside her bedroom window. Delighted, she saw a blanket of white draped over the neighborhood below, creating a charming winter wonderland scene.

The dust in the air is as dry as a dessert, The rich soil is almost completely destroyed. Nothing grows here anymore,It just dies. But the people here aren't giving up without a Fight. What ever they have to do to beat this time, To beat the dust,But then suddenly a storm hit, one bigger than all the others. It hit the house as we were trying to prepare, But we were too late. The brown dust blew through every hole or crack, It flooded the house in seconds. Ma was in the kitchen trying to breathe clean air, I was trying to block the windows so we can breathe freely again. Pa covered the 6 windows in the house in seconds, but it wasn’t enough. We had to sit the helpless until the storm Stopped. Ma was coughing out dust, just trying to survive.

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:

He came out the shadows after her, making noises again, and she was running and laughing wildly, all her fear sucked up by the thrill. He caught her and swung her around, and she couldn’t breath.

Someone is touching my face, slowly running long fingers through my hair and down the side of my sore face. It’s what causes me to stir and gradually wake up in an aching body I wish I didn’t own. I groan, rolling my face away from the hand. The word, angel, continues to be softly repeated over and over again, but there’s something mocking, almost angry, in the voice.

Disrupted by the sound of an uncanny knock, the prince swore over the bitter winter’s night in great frustration. The sound of his footsteps echoed against the golden walls, shattering the omnipresent silence as he trotted down the staircase, that were exquisitely engraved with flowers and vines. The markings of violence were etched onto the cold marble of the scored floor. The deafening wind pounded against the walls as if rebuking his foul words and as he approached the door an aromatic smell seized his nose as he yanked the portal open. A woman was loitering in the shadow with her wrinkly hands grasping firmly onto a single rose. The swirls of incense in the air was distinctive but he never realised that it would linger on with him for

I scrambled to my feet, wiping the blurriness of the drugs from my eyes, and catching my balance on one of the metal poles that supported the floor above me-- the first floor, as I was in the basement, judging from the unfinished look of the place. I took a step towards the stairs and found myself on the floor again, courtesy of the metal cuffs connecting the support pole and my ankle.

The headmistress regarded the pair of adults and trio of children in front of her. The blonde woman looked resigned and the man in tweed fidgeted with his bow tie. He was on the edge of his seat, as if he were ready to bolt any minute. The elder child, a brunette, had her arms crossed over her chest and a defiant look upon her face. Her younger brothers, identical twins who resembled their mother in almost every way, at least had the sense to look ashamed of themselves.

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

“You can’t be real, you can’t be real,” she muttered to herself. It just didn’t make sense. “You’re