9/11 Short Stories

I heard the faint high pitched beeping of my alarm clock as I opened my sleep covered eyes. I attempted to roll out from under my covers but immediately retreated as I felt the chilly spring air touch my skin. While I was mustering up the motivation to get out of bed, I glanced at my alarm clock. “11:00 AM” it read in boxy, glowing numbers. Had I really slept in that long? I finally rose from my bed, traveling down the stairs to make myself some breakfast. “Hi, girl!” I greeted my dog where she was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. I smiled to myself as I turned on some music, opened the fridge to retrieve some eggs, and turned on the stove. It felt like a fine Saturday morning until I remembered that I had a lacrosse game later

Obtrusively,the thunder bellowed outside and the roaring sound filled the small room like rock music to a broken soul.Amongst the thunder, raindrops could be seen ebbing down the windowsill forming undecipherable miniscule shapes and later sinking down in the wall to gather at the edge.

I reach over to hit the snooze button on my alarm clock, for what feels like the 100th time tonight, however I’m completely awake now and realize it wasn’t the alarm, it’s my phone. My heart is pounding so hard, because I know it must an emergency, for someone to call me this late. I dialed the number back with my hands trembling, finally I hear this little muffled voice that I didn’t recognize at first then I realize its Jamie. She said, “Please come and get me, I need help” I asked her where she was but she couldn’t even tell me, then the phone went silent.

I walked to it and tried prying it from the ground with my fingers. A twig broke behind me and I jumped and spun around. It was dark now and the only light was from the full moon. I had a bad feeling start to pump through me. I turned and ran trying to evacuate the danger I felt nearby. I ran through brush that looked like claws trying to grab my ankles. And as tree limbs came down snatching at my skin I tripped and fell. I saw a tree nearby that looked welcoming and I tried to use it as cover. Black wings busted through the trees and run started echoing around me in a croaked out a raspy breath.

He opens his eyes to see a slate white room. He turns his head to see a colossal amount of many different flowers. He hears a beeping beside the bed he is laying in. Then, he feels a rush of excruciating pain throughout his entire body. Suddenly, he feels as if somebody is tearing off his leg. He frantically yanks off the white sheets to reveal his a stub leg. He attempted to let out a scream but no air could come out. Finally, his mother runs in with decaying tissues in her hand and red puffy eyes. “Oh Derek!” she exclaims while thrusting him into her arms causing shocks of pain to circulate his body. “They said you might not wake up. Thank you! Thank you! Don’t worry it will be okay. Everything will be okay.” However, Derek didn’t believe anything she said. Nothing at that moment seemed okay. Derek closes his eyes hoping that if he fell asleep he could escape

I open my eyes and the first thing I notice besides the fact that I’m not in my room was the giant pile of shattered glass. I look away from the pile of glass and see a large group of tents and at least ten campfires. Instinctively I get up and start walking towards the tents. All of a sudden a strangely dressed man appears in front of me in a puff of smoke. I fall on my butt out of sheer shock.

“Not good,” he replied softly, before sipping his coffee. “We had the same experience, she said nothing to us, showed no interest in anything…what about drugs?”

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.

Police car sirens wailed. Flashing lights spun in circles, causing faint blocks of blue and red to illuminate the dark alley. Taehyung’s cheek slammed against the cool metal roof of the police car. For a brief moment, stars danced in the corner of his vision and his mind buzzed with panic. Then again, that was only for a brief second. His partner in crime’s face soon aligned with his. Jimin smirked at Taehyung, even as his arms were tightly pinned back by another police officer.

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

Nessa had managed to stay under the radar of the law for almost a month. Then Jessie popped up at the Dungeon to pick up a package one night. She lit a cigarette and began to pace the Dungeon floors when he arrived.

The students are panicked but they are able to call 911 on their cell phones. The police tell them that they’ll be there as soon as they can. The students hear a teacher get shot on the intercom. A few minutes later police cars make it to the high school and bust open the principal's office and there’s a shootout between the police and the criminals. The police win the shootout and they end up shooting Dr. Moreno who confesses to the police that he was the serial killer.

Before I knew it, it was late at night and almost my bedtime. I made my way, up the stairs to the loft, slowly dragging my feet up each huge log stair from being so tired. I finally made my way up to the loft although the only light source was coming from one-single lit candle downstairs on the kitchen table. As I pulled the covers off the tiny twin bed, it was extremely hot, so I decided

I was resting on the soft fluffy brown couch that had worn out over the past few years, watching TV. our living room was small but cozy with a huge TV right in the front of it. There was a couch leaning against the wall right in front of the giant glass table. Off to the right of the living room, there was a fireplace that was turned on at the moment. Outside, the sun slowly started to set and nightfall began to appear. It was a full moon night that

The morning was cold. It must have been early winter and Mom must not have paid the heat bill this month. Predictable. I got up out of bed just to trip on a pile of dirty clothes and fall back down. Things have been horrible recently with Dad leaving and Mom getting laid off, and it’s only been getting worse. She’s trying, but things just aren’t getting paid. I quickly got dressed and made my way out the door to catch the bus.