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.

She mentally shrugs, reaches for the handle and pushes. What’s she to lose anyway? She’s already told him she’d like to die when all of this—everything—is over. Anybody who attacks her would be doing her a favour.

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

The oldest residents of the hospital basement were the spiders and their webs, a clear sign that no one else's footsteps had echoed within these walls for years. Maya's eyes darted around in concern not wanting to get in trouble for the third time this month. She glanced towards Ash who held the torch shining it onto old files of older patients buried just outside the centre. The smell of rotting wood and metal hung in the air, a pile of blood covered sheets tossed in the corner.

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:

“Describe to me everything that happened between first seeing Sarah and now,” requested the Police officer.

Jolted awake by the light shining directly in her face, Casey opened her eyes to find Ray leaning on one elbow staring at her as she slept. Twisting his wrist, she checked the time on his watch. “We’re late. Why didn’t you wake me?”

He stopped; footsteps stunned into silence. His face was drawn; his cheeks sunken. The red stain of his shadow faded as the horizon devoured the sun, engulfing him in darkness. The moon rose higher and the stars came out one by one, their celestial dance glittering in the dissipating clouds. His eyes began to adjust to the darkened surroundings as he took one last glance behind him. In that moment he knew he was leaving his past for good.

It is six in the morning in Kyoto, Japan and I am currently just sitting here on a park bench all alone. The silence is a little bit disturbing but I don’t mind, I hate other humans, ew. The fog that lurks around me would frighten off any other normal being but for me, it is soothing to the soul. Call me anti-social, call me what you want, until humans become a bit nicer, I will always be like this. It has been an hour and I am still just sitting here enjoying the peace, I suddenly hear some quiet footsteps coming towards me, I look up and I see a short shadowy figure in the distance. As the figure comes closer, I can see her long red hair swinging side to side and her misty grey and black dress moving as she walks.

The sun shines through the small basement window of the house. It’s early morning beams piercing across the face of a young girl as she sleeps. It takes awhile for the brightness to penetrate her green eyes but when it does she stretches lazily under the covers closing those eyes for yet one more moment of dreams. She suddenly bolts upright as she remembers what today is.

“Please.” I begged. I was already close to cry but I held it in. “Nobody would see me, I promise.”

Outside was raining, but the sky was still blue with the sunshine, even though it was nearly five o’clock. There was a smell of rancidness mixed with the taste of disinfectant fluid. The ward was totally white, and the only color that decorates the room will be color of shadow——a kind of deep gray. There was a man lied on the bed, his leg was hanging up to make his injury to be recovered easier. The door opened, and a woman came in.

Ilexandra Illionus of Kheles awoke to the smell of burning flesh and blood. Pain unlike any she’d ever known burst through her breast and she wailed, a wail that came from deep within, a wail she could not stop. Fire and power seared her bones, bleaching and changing them like sun-baked stones. Her muscles shriveled like paper on the pyre, and lightening rushed along her veins.

“Uh, yeah- I guess you can say I enjoy a cup of coffee every once in awhile.” I try to casually laugh it off to no avail.

Unfortunate for them, all of us were settled in the private bus taking us to the Church. It was already eight. Some of the overly religious oldies were getting cranky about the long wait for the boys. They wanted to leave. Just like me. Unlike some species, I loathed tardiness.