9/11 Short Stories

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 stretch out on my white cotton bed sheets and yawn uncontrollably. Last night was unreal. I don't really remember anything that happened. I know I was with Angelina and Tara for most of the night. And then I was with Dustin. I didn't want to think right now, I wanted to sleep. But there was no way I could stay in bed any longer. I have to wake up early, even on weekends. It's some sort of "being productive" bullshit. Also I need something for this hangover, so I pull myself out of bed and walk to the bathroom.

It was sad to see it in this state of disrepair, and she hoped to remedy that soon.

The rain got harder as Tina walked alone in tears. She missed her daughter Iris. Tina thought about all the good times they had together. She wondered why Iris had done that to herself. Iris was a skinny young girl who killed herself. Iris wa bullied at school for how far she was, so Iris decided to stop eating. Tina was walking in the rain. It had been a year since Iris was gone. She thought back to that day. Tina woke up and made herself some coffee. She nibbled on a muffin that she bought from the store yesterday. She took Iris to school and then went to work. Tina went throughout her day as usual, but what she didn’t know was that soon her daughter would take her own life. Iris got home and went up into her bedroom. Tina wouldn’t get home

Scarlett walked into the cafeteria and was shocked to see that it wasn’t as elegant or formal like the rest of the school, but instead looked like any school’s cafeteria would. She walked in slowly and stood there for a moment as she scanned through the crowd of people who were finding their seats and sitting with their friends. She couldn’t seem to find anyone that she knew, but she could see that the room was separated into the different branches. There was a section for all of the different branches except it looked like the Protectors and the Warriors were merged into the same group.

Her whole world was crashing down. It what seemed like only a split second, her best friend’s father had been condemned to death. Someone who she considered to be like a father was going to be taken away, ripped away from her.

It was a Saturday morning. I was exhausted from last night’s party so I decided to sleep in. It had only been about 5 minutes after I decided I would sleep longer when my mom called.

The bell signalling the end of second period hadn’t sounded, yet. Or maybe it had.maybe she missed it amidst the screams. She wondered if it was all over, perhaps somewhere in a distant corner of the school, students and teachers rejoiced and hugged each other knowing there was nothing left to fear. No matter how quite it was outside fear still rushed through her body, mentally and physically. She knew she couldn’t get up. Fear had paralysed her. She had fled the library and fled her way through the southern hallway when it began. The hall was infused with kinetic horror. An aimless frenzy of kids and adults bound in a reckless pack of mass confusion, like and ant hill being washed away with a hose. No new knew what to do. They just ran. Lisa couldn’t run. The fear had taken ahold of her and would allow her to move any faster than a sloth in a waking

If your husband told you he broke the vow never to cheat, would that change the things you say? The way you act around others and even drive you to murder? In "Lamb to the Slaughter", Roald Dahl shows the main character, Mary, is dynamic using diction and syntax to explain how the main conflict directly affects Mary.

“What do you mean she’s not dead?” The feeling of dread washed over her all over again, as if, she just watched Lila’s body drop once more. “I watched her choke to death in front of the whole town.” Once she finished her sentence the reality of it started to sink in, “I watched her.” She said again, “I-I watched her die.” Tears fell down her cheeks mixing with the rain. Her knees gave out and she fell to the ground again, dirtying her dress even further. Trevor closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her. She raised her fists ready to beat them against his hard chest, but she just let his warmth envelop her. For just a moment, she enjoyed the comfort of a

‘Well…. Well, after Dad came back from his deliveries, he accidently brought back someone else with him,’ sighed OJ, ‘Her… her named was Tammy…. Tammy No-Teeth.’

It was summertime. The refreshing breeze that blows and the heat of the sun gives me a pleasing pleasure. I heard people singing, dancing and drinking. It was my Mom 50th birthday. All our relatives and friends are here to celebrate. Everyone is boisterous and relish. I was startled when heed 10 missed calls on my phone. My phone rang again, and I didn't delay picking it up. It was my Sister-in-law. She told me that my Fiance is seriously infirm. I was distressed, petrified, and bewildered about what I heard. My body abruptly, shivering, and I felt contrite regarding what happened to him. I planned to go back home, but He insists not to. I moan every night and restless during the daytime. My mind is devastated, I can't envisage, and I can't

She knew that before her would be a little blue house, with pieces of the shingles missing, a large window that left nothing to the imagination, and a white door that led to her life.

She almost missed the rest of his sentence in her despair. When it penetrated, her eyes widened in confused surprise. "S...student housing? For four years?" she repeated dully. "Does that mean I'm not..." she

A gunshot rang through the forest, and he forced himself to run faster. His legs were starting to give out, but he forced through every step. She was out of his view, and he wanted to cry out for her, but nothing but