9/11 Short Stories

The sun was kissing the horizon; the day was just beginning, and the sweet sounds of the birds morning sound had awakened me. I was sitting in the same spot I do day after day, happy and well rested. I awoke from my peaceful slumber with a large, clanging chime that echoed off the walls and the roof. The sounds of footsteps stomped down the stairs, and there, as always, was Todd. And as he always does, he shuffled his way to the kitchen and turned on the coffee. Finally, as the aroma of burnt coffee grounds filled the air, a new day had begun.

Theta had been curled up on the couch for maybe 30 minutes now, fast asleep. The weather conditions were fine, last he checked, so everything was fine, or so he thought...

“Is there a problem, Miss?” One of the officers asked again. Wanting so badly to say that everything was all right, and send them away. Carol, for a few seconds, stares at William searching his eyes for an apology, but all she could see was hatred and the frightened looks on her children’s faces. And they could not be described in words.

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.

The darkness in the sky gave a hint towards the evil lurking in the world. Suspicion filled the minds of all trusted to defend particular terrain. A wind blew across the world. The kind of wind that seemed to whisper,” Boo”. Upon a strike of thunder, rain started to beat the ground. An aroma of terror had been commenced.

The sun shone against the grass. Zack blinked slowly. The wind blew against his ears, and he looked at his hands. Small, petite. He sighed softly, and heard piano from the distance. Next to him, was a silhouette of a much older man. He sat next to Zack, and placed his hand on Zack’s head. He rubbed his hair, and mouthed a few words to him. Zack attempted to understand what he said. He picked Zack up and placed him on his lap. He spoke something to him, and placed his hands on Zack’s shoulders.

A small, fifteen-year-old boy huddled in a dingy alleyway in the heart of Manhattan. Never mind that it was almost Christmas; all he was really aware of was the bitter cold. He dreaded this time of year for that exact reason. Plus, the homeless shelters were fuller now than at any other time, so he had no hope of finding refuge there.

“Madeline,” I hear through my endless solitude. It was quiet enough that I could have imagined it. I must have wanted to hear it so bad that I thought it was there. Thwarted by my realization, I close my eyes and try to fall asleep. “Madeline” it says again. I open my eyes to find that same sunny ceiling, in an entirely empty room. “Madeline.” It

For two weeks, I didn’t see my father at all. I woke up, every day, hoping that he would be in the dining room helping Dusty out with the making of breakfast. Instead, for the past two weeks, I woke up to the usual: breakfast on the table, Dusty and Vinyl calling me down to join them with still no sign of my father. No longer, for those two weeks, did I wake up to the smell of water vapour from Jazzmere’s smoking pipe. No longer, for those two weeks, did I wake up to Jazzmere singing old Equestrian songs about the Princesses and how they formed the kingdom. No longer, for those two weeks, did I wake up to the hissing sound of the iron Jazzmere used to iron the clothes I wore to school.

I pulled my sweater tighter trying to lock out the cold weather; I should have listened to my mom about this. “Wear your jacket, Farah, It’s going to be a cold one!” Her words echoed in the back of my head like an endless loop; I knew something like this would happen. I started power walking in attempt to get to my warm, cozy bed as fast as I could, almost there.

I started to say hi, but suddenly my entire body felt like it was on fire. Arching my back, I tried to gulp air. I felt arms under my legs and he whispered "please." I fought to stay conscious, but the darkness grabbed me and dragged me

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.

The pit pattering of feet resounded from the nearby forest. A crack of a branch, the rustling of the leaves. Swish of the tail, squinting of the eyes. Sighing of the trees, the groans of the wind. Idle rays of dim sunlight looming over the inky, purple ground. A green form popped out from the bushes. Looking around with its 4, bright blue eyes, it proceeded to travel further into the dark shrubbery. It huffed with each step, threw its tail with each jump. Finally, when a cozy spot was found between the damp Chaste trees, it slumped down. It shook its black, ruffled hair and curled up with droopy eyes. To wake another day, it will.

Jackson started to back away from the horrific scene, he tripped and fell hard, he was sure the creature had heard him. He was right. He watched, frozen in horror as the footsteps got closer and closer, his eyes squeezed shut as a claw clamped around his ankle. He winced although he felt no pain, time passed and Jackson realized that the creature was not holding him in a menacing way, in fact, it seemed as if the creature was taking a great amount of care not to hurt him. Eventually, they reached the woods again and shortly thereafter, they were standing at the entrance of what looked like a huge sphere with wings.

“Will, you know we all do.”She responded, and she was right, I always dreamed that Sam would come back. As I stepped inside I looked at the tall shelves filled with animal materials. I walked around in the bird sections and tried to get the birds to talk to me. The fur of the birds looked sleek every feather more pretty than the next. I next when down to the fish aquarium thing. The aquarium had nice red tiles with looked like they were just mopped. Then… HONK! It sounded like something was outside. I bolted