A Short Story : A Story?

The air was full of dust and it made my throat irritated. Amanda pointed up frantically with fear in her eyes. I looked up to see a huge cloud of black smoke. The streets filled with the sounds of sirens and horrifying screams. We had no idea what was going on but it felt like WW3 had begun. Other witnesses told us that a plane flew into one of the towers. I lived about 30 blocks away so my first reaction was to get to safety. We started sprinting down the sidewalk. We heard the engine of another plane because this

During 9/11 a tragic event happened. Two planes were hijacked and crashed into the twin towers on a beautiful Tuesday. Everyone was surprised and shocked about what had happened on such a beautiful day in Manhattan. Now from the perspective of what was occurring inside the building, it was obvious people were unaware of what was happening. After a plane crashed into the first tower, people at the bottom floor got out of the building. In the other tower, some people were confused about what was going on. After someone came onto the intercom and told everyone in the building they were safe, and that everything was going to be fine, they told everyone on the bottom floor to go back up the building but, some others still remained

“This is it”, Will said softly as the he is in tower was collapsing. The jet fuel in an inferno about 20 feet away, scorching the concrete. There are dismembered limbs, scorched around him. He remembers the moments before the plane hit the 1st tower. He was terrified when he saw the plane collide. There were objects and debris flying everywhere. The people around him were terrified, wondering if the people in the other tower were alright. The tower was shook from the impact. He knew that he had to run, or else he would die. He sprinted as fast as he could to the stairs, when he was younger he had a similar experience, the Oklahoma City bombing.

Smoke and flames were spewing out of gaping holes bored by American Airlines’ Boeing 767 that crashed between the 93 and 99 floors on the North face of the 110- story building. Each of the North Tower floors were roughly an acre. The top 20 floors engulfed in flames, he was staring at a 20- acre fire raging 90 stories above. He thought in his head that, This is the most unbelievable sight I’ve ever seen. Meldrum parked the fire truck on the West Street in front of the

It was a cold and foggy wednesday morning on june 10th. Hunter was sleeping on his bed when he heard his mom call him.

It was just another average and ordinary day in New York. The birds were flying, the air was turning cold from the transition from Summer to Fall, and it was just another day in the office. But, at around 8:45, the North Tower

Kouski was on her way to work, which at the time was in St. Louis, Missouri, when she heard that plane had crashed into the world trade center. “I thought it was some drunk guy in a little prop plane.” She said. It wasn’t till she was nearly to work when she heard about the second plane. “I knew everything had changed.” She said.

While in Chicago, Kaitlyn rode a train for the first time in her life. She also went to the Sears Tower, which to this day has been the highest building she has ever been in. She went to Missouri to see her cousin, and her family decided to take a longer trip to go sight seeing. Kaitlyn’s most memorable part of the trip was when her family went to the City Museum of St. Louis. Kaitlyn loved all the sculptures and architecture there, but what she remembers most was on top of the museum. While her family was up there, Kaitlyn’s five year old brother Jayden climbed this huge praying mantis slide on a windy day. Kaitlyn had to get him down, but was still afraid of heights. However, Jayden was in danger, so Kaitlyn stepped out of her comfort zone, faced her fear, and got her brother down safely from the slide. Kaitlyn went on to visit even more locations around the US. Her favorite being South

            "A passenger jet has crashed into the north tower of the World Trade Center." The news rang through the entire house. As everybody sat there stunned, I was the first member of the family to stand and walk into the other room. Next, my father and mother traveled through the door. My mother screamed. On the screen, we could see the live coverage of the towers as they were right now. There was a gaping hole on the upper floors of the world trade center and smoke was billowing out at an immense speed.

It is easy to see the beginnings of things, and harder to see the ends. I can remember now, with a clarity that makes the nerves in the back of my neck constrict, when New York began for me, but I cannot lay my finger upon the moment it ended, can never cut through the ambiguities and second starts and broken resolves to the exact place on the page where the heroine is no longer as optimistic as she once was. When I first saw New York I was twenty, and it was summertime, and I got off a DC-7 at the old Idlewild temporary terminal in a new dress which

For the first time in my life, I was at the top looking down. The tower of little things I’d built to get there began to quake. I was no longer comfortable with the average life I’d always seen for myself. I hadn’t realized how big the world was outside of my microscopic bubble and it only took one glance for me to realize I wanted more.

The bright blue sky of that fateful morning soon turned to grey. Smoke and ashes perforated the lungs of escaping people as they scrambled to get to safety. The streets of Manhattan, earlier bustling with automobiles now was a sea of fearful people. They ran as fast as they could, trying to escape the inferno, trying to imagine exactly what had just happened to them. Many were unaware of two planes, many thought it was perhaps a bomb exploding as it had in the past with considerably far less damage to the buildings. It was to everyone’s surprise and horror that the towers

The day was sunny and clear. We walked through the cool Chicago wind, bracing ourselves against it. Throughout the day we explored the city, visiting the Sears Tower, Navy Pier, and the Field Museum. I even got you to step out onto the Skydeck, despite your fear of heights. I dozed off on your shoulder on the train ride back home, dreaming about how great you had made my sixteenth birthday.

“The date is September 11th, 2001 right?” says Caden as he starts to finish his homework. I could already tell it was going a bad morning. Isn’t every day a bad morning when you're pushing your kids out the door to catch the bus. Not only that, but the traffic to get into New York City is horrible, as always.

People screaming, crying, and yelling were all around me. For some reason, I didn’t turn my gaze away from the window. The plane crashed into the north tower. All anyone could see out of the window was the dark grey smoke that drifted out of windows slightly above me. Who would do this? Who would want this? I wondered in a dazed state.