9/11 Short Stories

My mom drove me to school, filling the car with an awkward and unbearable silence. The only noise was her thumb tapping the steering wheel and the annoying clicking of the signals. Since I am on punishment, I'm not allowed to have the luxury of Megan driving me. To make this car ride a little bit less awkward, I turned on the radio and blasted up the volume to the highest notch.

"No, that place is Hazzard, Georgia. I live in a little town in southeastern Kentucky."

The floors were swept. Curtains, a deep blue, hung straight and heavy over clean windows and the walls were neatly, uniformly painted with a warm brown. Cabinet doors were closed over their contents, the bed towards the back of the room was made, and the blanket pulled over the top was smooth and brightly colored, if a bit faded and worn. Even the herbs and candles scattered across the wooden table were done so in a systematic way, everything lining up according to some sort of order that wouldn’t be obvious to any outside observer.

He rushed over to her to make sure she was okay. Kate just nodded, a bit groggy from the events that took place just several of hours earlier. Once fully awake, Kate began blurting out questions like an auctioneer.

The way she looked at him sent shivers down his spine. He knew that look and couldn't help feeling like a roasted pig on a buffet table. He loved it!

Legs still trembling from the force of his orgasm when he landed on top of her, the sensation of Elena's tongue slipping into his mouth and the feel of her warm skin against his elicited another pleasured gasp from Brett. Despite their encounters, and respective climaxes the previous night and this evening, there was a different sensuality that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. He'd kicked his boxers completely off, and with his satiated cock pressed into the warm flesh of her thigh and their abdomens melded together as he gently prised her legs apart, he parted his lips to express something of his feelings to Elena. However, before he could speak, her comment pulled him back down to Earth.

I. Forced to wear a dress at a formal event that Hyesun had dragged her to, she was stunning. No matter how much of a ‘delinquent’ she was to others, there was something about the aura that she gave off. It was incredible to see such class and grace in one setting. The younger would always wear articles of black and just so opposite from the ivory dress she was wearing. There were going to be stars at the party, and she was definitely one of them.

She leaned back in her chair, slowly sipping her Cosmopolitan, her eyes roaming him. His suit was custom tailored, she could tell by the buttons on the arms and the material she had felt brush up against her when they had shaken hands. The white shirt and tie were of the same high quality. His skin was tanned and was the first indicator that he had passed the legal age for drinking a while back, probably about twenty years or so. But aging had probably made him more attractive, she admitted as she looked into his eyes.

William glanced up to see his girlfriend. Holy hell… she looks hot tonight. He studied her choice of clothing carefully. “Well, I guess I can excuse you for being late,” he chuckled nervously.

“No silly. I’m talking about the neighborhood. I have barely seen Nanimori and I want to look around while I get the chance.”

“Thanks, I guess,” he says quietly. It’s kind of sweet of him to do that for him. A little bit creepy, but sweet nonetheless. He tries asking again. “How do you know where I live?”

Kathryn gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a brave, clumsy, tea drinker with dirty eyebrows and charming lips. Her friends saw her as an ancient, angry artist, but she's been trying to fix her image. Once, she had even saved an obedient puppy that was

So I took in his features. I let his beauty take over my thoughts as I memorized every detail I could see. Plump, cartoonish pink lips that draw back as he bites down on his calloused fingertip. Wavy dark brown hair that is pushed back from his face, creating a perfectly careless style that sits on top of his head. Vibrant, forest green eyes that I only see when his vision flicks to the top of his book's page. A crease between his brows that shows up when he pushes them to meet, a deep crease that shows years of focus and confusion, telling me that he's an intelligent thinker.

She was thin with fair skin and had the body of a hottie." Mr. Miller stopped to chuckle at his own rhyme, then asked for a refill. "As I was saying," he stopped once again when a server handed him another drink, and he took a giant gulp of it. "His wife wore a slimming red dress, which seemed like she wore to impress. Her eyes were as dark and mysterious as the night sky. She had her eyebrows perfectly plucked into an arch. She was a glorious sight to see. No man in the world could even dream of someone as beautiful as she. The carpenter's wife had a personality that could outshine the sun! She was so beautiful that she would be worthy of marrying a King or any working man for that

Marco stood next to her, looking around the familiar building. “Yeah. I remembered that you haven't been here before and I knew you'd love it.”