9/11 Short Stories

“Hello”, a voice from above calls out. I hear something in my slumber. I slowly get up, and wipe my eyes.

My heart leapt in my throat- I did my best to try and regulate my breathing so I wouldn’t give away my position with massive, choking gulps of air. Closing my eyes, I tried to re-collect blissful memories, ones that were far away from this state of affairs. I couldn’t calm down; this was so bad- what was I going to do? His steps were getting closer; they were getting louder. I panicked, I panicked.

I woke up to the Loud shots of gun fire not knowing where I was or how I got here. I quickly (scrambled) to my feet with hundreds of thoughts racing through my mind. When I stepped outside I quickly realized that I was in a nightmare that I could not get out of. I overheard the officers say we were in soldau, i grew up in the area with my mom, dad, grandpa and three older brothers. I walked around looking for someone I knew, anyone. The only way I could come out of this camp alive is to have and ally to ration food and water with. I quickly and (swiftly) scanned the faces of the (miserable) prisoners for someone i knew. One person looked particularly familiar but i could not put my finger on who it was, so i walked up to him and said ‘’hello’’ and before i could say anything more the man hugged me so tight i could barely breath. Still not knowing who this man was i hugged him back as if i had never felt

“But that still doesn’t answer my question as to how you knew that wasn’t my mother?” said Jack. “She was there, at my door, in plain sight!”

I was about to turn around to face the familiarity of the voice when I hear a deafening explosion to my right. I did what anyone would under the circumstances. I cowered beneath my arms, ready to anticipate the blazing heat of the flames.

“I'm coming, Im com..” says Jack as his voice fades off. Sarah and I stop running to make sure Jack was okay. I saw that he had stopped.

She was a long-legged, curvy girl, but she knew how to move quietly. She pulled her scarf up over her face, and stepped out into the blinding sunlight, the heat from the sand warming up the bottom of her shoes. She kept all except her eyes and hands covered, and walked swiftly through the sandy hills of the Sahara Desert. She wasn't easy to notice, wearing robes the same color as the thin grains of sand beneath her feet. From above, or far away, you would just see her movement as the sand being blown in the wind.

She took a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes while emerging from the damaged spacecraft. Vibrant green grass awaited her along with trees all around and the smell of fresh rain dropping from the sky above. Raegan took a moment to wrap her head around what she had just experienced. It was only supposed to be a mission to collect data about the rings of Saturn. She was aware she went through something queer, something scientists said had only been a theory not yet proved. A wormhole; a fold in space. Raegan didn’t quite know where she was. All she had been aware of was that something went unplanned, which caused her to crash into a planet, perhaps in a distant universe. Anything could be possible in the infinite abyss we call space.

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...

A panicked yelp rang out in the distance, followed by a screech of tires. The women continued walking, only a few casting a wondering glance towards the noise. The church bell was ringing, merry as we exited the church and the wind blew gently. My mother and father engaged the locals in conversation, eager to know more about the island we were on, Nui Tapu Tapu, a place only really known because of the tsunami damage it took on in September 2009. “What is that?” I asked my mother, as I pointed to two men dragging something black behind them. Yet before she could answer, I figured it out for myself. A strange pit formed in my stomach as I watched them drag a young dog behind them. “That must have been what caused the screech earlier.” My mother

figures dart between the devastating ruins of the condemned buildings; they weave in and out crossing the darkened rain-watered streets avoiding the searching spotlight. Hiding in collapsing doorways and the war-torn wreckage abandoned by the many that perished trying to defend them. Working hard to blend with the deteriorating walls and the half-standing shells of the concrete rubble, They use the many trash-filled alleys as their temporary cover. Mindful that the German snipers scan the area for any would-be terrorists, they keep a watchful eye on the rooftops. Michelle decides, in this case, there is not strength in numbers. “We must separate,” she mentions,

I’m going back to school the next day and I’m nervous that I’ve been gone for 3 days but like usual I lied to get myself out of trouble,

It was always the way. Waking from a comfortable sleep, knowing that the day ahead shall be busy – the details too far away in your sleepy brain to process – yet still craving sedation from waking life and a swift return to the soft, astral mountains of the dazed mind. Allow the emerging thoughts their extended moment of sedation, stroke the sleeping horse's head until its gentle lashes came together. Don't force the muscles to have to work hard just yet. So he gave in, or otherwise planned to, when something wicked struck him.

Ilexandra Illionus of Kheles awoke to the smell of burning flesh and blood. Pain unlike any she’d ever known burst through her breast and she wailed, a wail that came from deep within, a wail she could not stop. Fire and power seared her bones, bleaching and changing them like sun-baked stones. Her muscles shriveled like paper on the pyre, and lightening rushed along her veins.

"Run faster and don’t look back!" someone screamed. I could hear screams of agony behind me. All the helpless cries filled me with fear until my legs gave out. I slammed head-first towards the ground.