9/11 Short Stories

He sits down and watches the students begin to circulate the classroom, not looking forward to the conversation he's about to have with Carmilla.

In the being i thought that I say it in low voice so say it again but nothing chance I felt so made, then I give her the same look and walk

Red light, bright as the midday sun, flared into existence. It began to flicker and waver. Small tongues of flame spread their reach, jumping from the floor onto the nearby curtains. It began to pick up the pace as it consumed more and more like a starving creature. In seconds, it had spread to all the curtains that spanned across the room-length window. Smoke filled the air, giving the walls a fine layer of ash and soot. In the bed opposite the window, a girl rested her head. Her eyes flashed open as she breathed in the heavy tang.

I quickly run to her and put my hand on her back. I look her in the eyes. There blankly starring ahead at something. Searching the air in front of us, as if there was a picture there. People around us start to stare, luckily her hoodie is somehow still up.

A humorless silence descended as, eyebrow tilted, he transfixed Boss with an icy dagger. A soft Director-like cough skidded past Boss's sudden blank, frozen stare. Some claim the man has reached his peter-pinnacle. As an Analyst, he had been capable, well-liked, and respected. Since promotion, his currency is on the wane. An office pool takes bets on the date he will open his golden parachute.

I slept considerably late last night despite knowing that I'll have to turn up early the next day for my first day back at the bakery. I had it all planned out: wake up at 9, eat breakfast that consist of a cup of coffee and an omelette that I’ll figure out how to make, eventually, and be out the door by 11, having just enough time to catch the bus and arriving half past eleven even though my usual shift begins at noon.

With erratic breaths, I muster the courage and silently point towards the girl I have fallen in love

WHAT DO I DO? I should have shut her forever by now. But it’s like I have been possessed. Why the hell am I shaking? This overwhelming feeling, I can’t take it

Is that not enough reason to push her away. For all I knew, she could be trying to kill me.

“Don’t you see?!” She replied almost screaming. I could only manage to shake my head, and she did the same.

The girl tucks her lip between her teeth in an effort to not start crying again. The feeling is extremely mutual. It’s so nice to meet this woman, but she feels like echoing the phrase won’t capture the true emotions bursting through her skin. She can’t bring herself to say anything, because anything she would say wouldn’t be enough.

“Um, right, my name is Alina,” I said shakily. I took a deep breath and looked into my lap, a bit intimidated.

I open the door and she just pops up in front of me. She spoke in a childish voice to just like me.

“Hey, Kensie!” I say. I hope she can’t tell something is wrong by my voice.

She gives me a hug then I finally get my sprite after being partched waiting for her to understand what I was trying to say.