9/11 Short Stories

“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.

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

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.

You’re too thankful to be anything but satisfied. “Right now, he’s recovering from the procedure he just did.”

“I heard my mom talking to someone on the phone about my Dad... and that I might be targeted because of him.”

It was a dark and stormy night with the rain pelting the window. A sharp, loud crack of thunder had just woken Artemis. Throwing back the covers on her bed she got up and walked over to the bay window. Sitting down on the plush cushion she rested her head against the cool glass. Out of nowhere a bright streak of red light flashed by followed by a crash big enough to shake the house. As she was staring at the huge boulder on the edge of the woods, she began to notice more streaking through the sky. One... two.. three.four she counted before they began racing by so fast that they were impossible to count.

I felt strong hands grab my arms. Hands covered in thick gloves. My throat went dry, and my muscles tensed. “No.” I whispered, being lifted off of my chair and onto my feet. The word feels ripped from my chest, unhuman. Like it’s not even mine.

Loathed them, actually, with a passion. When their eyes widened and started to water, when their knees began to tremble, when the moon slowly began to appear behind their gaze — that was when his lips curved in a sneer and his words were dipped in poison.

Waking up with the feeling of fear, contempt and uselessness. Looking out the window watching kids on the streets riding their bikes full of laughter and joy. I walk downstairs and see my husband making me breakfast and asks me to sit down. I pick up my fork and force myself to at least try to eat something. My stomach was grumbling, no doubt I was hungry but I was too nervous to the point that I couldn’t hold anything down.

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.

It was October 31st, 1999, one windy, cold, and dark Halloween night. Three friends, McKenzie, Baylee, and Vanessa decided they wanted to stay home alone while Baylee’s parents were at work. She told everyone she lived in a “hell house” all her life because there was constantly something going on. Doors flying open, voices, footsteps. Nothing ever stayed where they had put it. Her parents worked all the time and she was constantly terrified. On Halloween it tended to get worse but no one had ever believed her.

My head spun around in confusion. What did he mean by deceiver if I let a celebrity get killed the media is going to have my ass! What do I do!

It was about 11 o’clock…The only people in the office were the detectives, Dax who is incredibly scary looking with all the tattoos and muscles… And a tall blonde haired young man who was not the sharpest, and was only just beginning to work there.

    “Wake up Mommy,” said Taylor through her tears as she hugged my mom’s twitching body.

It was the month of december there was like 2 feet of snow. All the kids and adults were outside except for Tj the neighborhood meanie who hates kids Tj is 7’0 dark brown hair green eyes and broad shouldered type is 29 years of age. Natiegh is 12 she is 5’4 orange hair hazel eyes when she smiles she has dimples. She loves the snow esecially around christmas. Amber is 14 years old 4’3 ft she has green hair brown eyes. Jake is 15 years old with pink hair blue eyes 6’0 ft tall. Aiden is 16 with purple hair and he is 6’4 ft tall. Jake and aiden were planning a snowball fight with the girls they would act completely normal then SURPRISE snowball fight aiden threw the first snowball he threw it at amber and screamed snowball fight everyone started to gather snowballs