Write A Short Story About 9/11

BEEP! BEEP! “Already,” James moaned. “I thought I had the snooze set for thirty minutes.” James thought to himself. Before he could even get out of bed, James's mother swung open the door so hard that he could have sworn she made a dent in the wall. “JAMES! YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL AGAIN! THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK, AND IT IS ONLY WEDNESDAY!” James quickly sprang up from his bed and began to apologize until he was interrupted as she continued to give him a lecture. She calmed down but then proceed to sass with, “Not only are you late, but your room has also seemed to be hit with a tornado. I want this cleaned up after you come home from school or else I’ll be sure you can’t feel your behind after I am done with you.” James

Thunderous roar reverberates in the sky, hole after another fill the world, from within, lay another roar which makes us shudder in fear.

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.

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Bark bark,” Robert hollered up the stairs, “bark bark bark bark.” Which I could only assume meant “Number Seven, it’s for you. It’s Hugo, and she sounds pissed.” As I came down the stairs to pick up the phone, I was not motivated to go on another “adventure” after the last few times. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Hugo.

Two men stood on a platform observing the thick jungle below them the warm breeze doing little to help cool them off as the sun beat down on them, their eyes remained glued on the jungle below before noticing movement and the sound of a bell turning to look at the source of the sound seeing that it was just a cow wearing a brass bell. They watched it amble along without a care in the world while taking the time to stop for a bite to eat. The cow seemed relaxed and even comfortable in the jungle below as it lowered its head once more to continue to feast on the vegetation surrounding it, it seemed like there was nothing to see until the cow’s head shot up and shortly after a sound akin to thunder could be heard.

It was around noon when Leah finally decided to walk into the kitchen. She wasn’t expecting a warm welcome, but she wasn’t prepared for the ice-cold reception the guys gave her, Thor and Bruce practically bolted out of the room without even acknowledging her presence. Tony gave a hurried excuse about having to check some lab results and Clint said he needed to train. The only one who didn’t leave was Steve, who remained sitting on a stool at the kitchen bar.

You’d like to say that it was some epic and heroic series of events that had finally ended you. That you had sacrificed your life to save your friends, but no. It was the boring old natural way of life that got you. You had cancer, and it was killing you.

You’re too thankful to be anything but satisfied. “Right now, he’s recovering from the procedure he just did.”

The old man quickly realized that he was a fake version of his kind. The old man swung at him to see if he would react and see if he can go fast in time and try to evade it. Jacob failed and got hit by the old man's blade by a bit and cut his hand open. The old man told him that he was too slow and that he can do it faster. As Jacob argued with him saying why he did that, the man got bandages and covered him up.

The clarity of the reverberation of metal scraping the cobblestones sent shivers up my spine. As the sounds of a chase shattered the silence of the frigid London night, I thought back to every mistake and immoral decision I’d made in my life that led me to that moment. The list was longer than chances I had of living.

The clock strikes 11 p.m. and it's time for her to clock out of work. She is six months pregnant at this time. She clocks out of work and starts walking down this pitch black alley. Tired from work, she finds a bench and rests her sore and swollen feet. She then decides to call her friend. Her and her friend are chatting. Her friend then asks why was she walking 11o'clock at night being a female and pregnant by herself? She replies that she didn't have a ride. Her friend then asks why did her boyfriend not pick her up? she replies that she did not want to ask or bother him. You may be asking yourself, who is she talking about? (sips tea).This six month pregnant woman is my friend Jasmine. ( fictional name for privacy). I am the friend that she calls.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the bank where Mushroom Man was waiting. "There you guys are," he said. "I was waiting for a long time." "Sorry about that," Jessica said. "It took a while to choose a name." "It's fine," Mushroom Man said. "So, what are you going to call yourselves?" He said in curiosity. "Well I'm calling myself Banana Queen, and Kevin is calling himself Bomb-om Boy." Jessica said. "So wait, you have a costume. When will we get ours?" Jessica said. "I thought you'd ask that question, so I came prepared." Mushroom Man pulled out two costumes, one yellow and white and one black and navy blue. "Wow," Kevin said. "Those look awesome." Mushroom Man handed the yellow and white one to Jessica, and the black and navy blue one

When I woke up, I almost drowned by the smell hand sanitizer around me. I looked and I was surrounded by doctors. “Hello Ms. Lopez, I am Doctor Rupert,” he announced.

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.

He ran as fast as his legs could take him and called out, “STOP!” Lucky for him, the bus stopped. He quickly showed his VIP bus pass to the driver and hopped inside. It took about 15 minutes for him to reach Ryan’s house. After he got there, he saw Ryan and his dad waiting for him. He rushed of the bus and ran onto his lawn.