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.

Ohhhhhhh. Is the sound I hear as the winds outside blow back and forth. Huddled in the basement with my family, the fear is about to pop out of my chest as the tornado whirls around and then it’s silent. The only thing I’m thinking is, Will everything be ok?

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.

Red light, bright as the midday sun, flared into existence. It began to flicker and waver. Small tongues of flame spread their reach, jumping from the floor onto the nearby curtains. It began to pick up the pace as it consumed more and more like a starving creature. In seconds, it had spread to all the curtains that spanned across the room-length window. Smoke filled the air, giving the walls a fine layer of ash and soot. In the bed opposite the window, a girl rested her head. Her eyes flashed open as she breathed in the heavy tang.

I walked to it and tried prying it from the ground with my fingers. A twig broke behind me and I jumped and spun around. It was dark now and the only light was from the full moon. I had a bad feeling start to pump through me. I turned and ran trying to evacuate the danger I felt nearby. I ran through brush that looked like claws trying to grab my ankles. And as tree limbs came down snatching at my skin I tripped and fell. I saw a tree nearby that looked welcoming and I tried to use it as cover. Black wings busted through the trees and run started echoing around me in a croaked out a raspy breath.

Thunder growled in the near distance, rain pelting the tower as thick, drab mist swirled through the forest. The bright sun struggled against the cloudy blanket that spread across the dark sky. Through the dense trees, there could be seen a tower. It stood proudly, it's imposing presence known to it's vast surroundings. Stone upon stone had been covered by ivy and vines covering an expanse of the dank tower. Decorative bands of Caen stone could be beheld peeking out from underneath the moss. A single entrance was seen near the top of the tower, just below the pointed roof. It was large enough that a person, such as a rescuer, might easily fit through it. At the open window, stood a woman, dressed in burgundy with gold lining her sleeves and neckline. Her long, flaxen hair swayed behind her in the strong breeze, splashes of rain touching her blushing cheeks. Beneath elongated lashes sat dark cobalt eyes, wondering and curious. They rested on a man in front of her, clinging onto the window as they conversed. At almost six foot and a half, the man was typically heroic. His many sparkling embellishments showed his royalty as he waited for the damsel to take his offer of marriage.

“I heard my mom talking to someone on the phone about my Dad... and that I might be targeted because of him.”

Rain fell from the cloudy night sky and pounded against the ground, and standing off from a two-story house was a man dressed in a traditional men’s kimono. He watched as the parents of Sarah and Samantha, Dennis and Caroline climbed into their Maroon Honda Pilot as they did every Friday night at 8pm until midnight, leaving their two 16 year old daughters all alone. His eyes followed the car intently as it drove down the road with several different colored leaves blended together on the road and the two back tires of the car. Once it turned the corner, out of sight, he turned back to the house. As he watched them through the bay window leading to the living room he went through the facts of his victims over in his mind. While they were twins, they were very different. Sarah, the older twin was very adventurous while Samantha kept more to herself. Along with the facts of the girls going through his mind he was wondering if he was going to kill them right away or if he was going to take them to a house that he had set up for his victims in one of the abandoned houses in the woods. The man was brought out of his thoughts as another car pulled into the driveway. He relaxed once he saw that it was just the delivery guy from the local pizza place, right on schedule.

The lanky, mysterious, good looking guy walks into a small little coffee shop in Cherrywood. As Dan opened the door, a strong bittersweet smell made the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

It was five minutes to 11:00PM on Friday the 13th, and Dr. Jordan Alexander stood at the unit secretary’s desk in the emergency room of San Antonio Memorial Hospital. She sipped her iced coffee and casually glanced at her watch, waiting for her shift to begin. So far, it was quiet, but like most overnight shifts, that was bound to change in a heartbeat.

The town is behind me, the skeletal outline of the Abbey brooding over the streets sloping down to the harbour, and I can hear the waves breaking onto the beach below the road. The wavering halos around the streetlights beckon me on, and I drink as I walk, head back and greedy. Cars pass – a moment of light and noise, a memory of warmth, and then I’m alone with my bottle and the stutter of my heels on the pavement. Ellie was right; I’d needed to get away from being watched and fussed over. The blare of a horn jolts me out of my trance; I’d wandered into the middle of the road. I stay where I am, defiant and reckless, and lift the bottle in a toast to the disappearing car, and to freedom. I’ve been given a reprieve, released from the burden of love, and I celebrate by finishing the last of the wine, tipping most of it down the front of my

I had woken up one cold winter morning, with the light in my eyes like a jackboots’ flashlight glaring down at me, and the dreadful smell of the horse stable. Looking over to where Misha had slept, I had expected him to be sound asleep, but Misha wasn’t there. I figured that Misha was out surprising shops owners and stealing their food, for whoever he visited in his spare time.

I thought maybe it could finally bring her closure to what had happened and she wouldn’t have to live in fear anymore. I woke up bright and early and rushed to the garden to try to find her. When I got to the garden I noticed a man who wasn’t there before. He was just standing there carefully watching all the people garden, he was watching like a hawk. He cames up to me and said, “Hey there, haven't ever seen you around here before. My name is Sam. You seem like you are looking for someone.’’ Yeah, I am. I am looking for a little old lady, she runs the dry cleaners down the street. “Oh you must be talking about Sae Young. Did you hear that she had gotten robbed a couple years back? She ain't really come out of her house that much because of it.’’ This just confirmed even though I already knew how my actions changed someone's life so dramatically. I felt at that moment I had no choice but to admit that to Sam that I was the one who robbed Sae Young. After I told Sam, I expected him to run just like Sae young or grab me but he didn't. He said that it was a brave thing for me to admit and that I obviously seemed remorseful and horrible about what I had done, but that I had changed. He said that it was important for me to try to talk to her because it could make such a difference in her life. Sam told me I should go to the dry cleaners tomorrow and talk to her and

Following our little spat, the car was immersed in silence, Mark’s mom dropped me home and I thanked them accordingly. I looked at my watch, it said 10:00 p.m. frustrated that I was wearing something my dad bought me for my birthday, I took it off and shoved it into my pocket. I shock and banged the door but my parents were determined to lock me out. Using the cloak of night as my ally, I pushed myself over our garden fence and snuck into my house through my bedroom window. While I was gone, My computer had been stripped of its original place and all my electronics were gone. Too tired to do anything, I took off my clothes and began to sleep all my frustrations away.

The next day it was a dark fogging evening, Robert had been limping with no sight of what was in front and could barely hear anything because the group of guys had damaged his ears. As he continued limping he had come across train tracks, but he didn’t know that there was train approaching him in just a second. Right as the train was coming Robert had no idea what to do and at the moment he had been hit and flew to the streets beside the