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.

Meanwhile, Hulga lay in the loft of the barn, and due to the lack of vision correction, she struggled to discern the amount of fingers she was raising an arm's length away. Her optical deficiency was beginning to give her a throbbing pain just behind her eyes. The paralyzing ache gave rise to such agony that Hulga had no choice but to shut her eyes and get some rest.

Out of the darkness, rivers of brilliant light and color began to flow all around her, as if a dam holding back a rainbow had miraculously burst. Then she heard the music... a melody so beautiful it tugged at her very soul. It was as if the euphony clothed her in an impenetrable blanket. She felt warm. She felt safe. Uncontrollably, tears welled up, the hymn gripping her heart, and she was forced to squeeze her eyes shut and instinctively her body curled into a protective ball.

Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.

I wasn’t ready for that. BAM! It hits us again, this time more forcefully, like it is trying to hit us. BAM! It is absolutely trying to hit us. BAM, BAM, BAM, SCREECH, I hear the tires of the large truck stop against the black pavement.

Drip, drip, drop. The appearance of the rain drops hitting the water of the pool reminds me of stones being throw in the water, and how they created those perfect circles that would expand until they faded away. Though the stones made the water react, it was still the same water; it went back to being flat. Do you suppose that we take these simple visuals, and make them into something more meaningful than what it really is? It really is just simple nature, yet we put more beauty and symbolism into. At least, that was how I see the world now that my mind no longer sees tricks as magic.

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.

“Why am I here? What happened to me? Who am I?” Everything was happening so fast, It felt like i couldn't breathe. I began to cry.

I stood in the middle of the entrance, trying to filter his language. What's a Michael Cock?

“Just keep on trekking. We’ll get there in time.” I respond with the last breath I have. “We just need to keep on pushing, otherwise we’ll get caught and there’s no way they’re sending us back to that.”

On the night of a full moon Jack was wide awake, thinking about the one thing he was scared of. The thing he was scared of was monsters. Then Jack heard a noise. A big hand reached in and grabbed Jack! He just managed to get a grasp of his glasses, but still he couldn’t make out anything. The monster took huge steps towards the dark and scary woods. They went right through the woods into a whole new world. He’d never been fully through the woods and this looked like a scary journey ahead of them.

“They’re with me.” He said, indicating to Saul and Don. Without wasting a beat, he punched in a code opening the door. Inside, it was brightly lit with a few servants bustling about. The servants’ work, along with the night, was winding down. As they made their way through the massive house, servants gave them suspicious glares, setting Saul on alert. When they passed through the dark and empty library, Saul and Don dropped a few paces behind Tommy. Just as they were about to leave the library and enter a hallway, Saul tapped Don’s shoulder lightly. Instantly, Don turned sharply into the library and disappeared without a sound, leaving

"Turns out, it belonged to a mack truck that the Wolves used to ram Alexandria's gates. Morgan turned up just in time to kill the zombified driver, and also to confront Carol, who had brilliantly disguised herself as a Wolf in order to kill the invaders," US Weekly reported. "Unfortunately, Morgan is the one person on earth who didn't think this was totally badass and awesome."

"I know, but they're using the stairwells. They will have to use the corridor I'm sending you to if they want to reach the bridge. You have about five minutes. Find a decent ambush point."