Short Stories About 9/11

My mom drove me to school, filling the car with an awkward and unbearable silence. The only noise was her thumb tapping the steering wheel and the annoying clicking of the signals. Since I am on punishment, I'm not allowed to have the luxury of Megan driving me. To make this car ride a little bit less awkward, I turned on the radio and blasted up the volume to the highest notch.

There was a bright flash of light, a vague pulling sensation at my core, and then I was standing in the middle of a magic circle. The circle was drawn in dark purple chalk, had a thin white candle at each of the five points, outlined in a sickly yellow glow, and once again, I was standing in the middle of it.

I walk downstairs in light blue high waisted shorts and a white tank top with cowgirl boots.

After close to four hours of waiting at Java Jolt and endless cups of coffee, the bell on the crowded coffee shop door rang, and London walked in looking around for us. “How’s the scene? Do you know how many casualties?” I asked.

The eclipse, something that only happened once every hundred years. For a few minutes, the eclipse will totally block out the sun. The day would suddenly turn into the night, in a blink of an eye. The world is literally in darkness, the void in which reality begins. Some found it symbolic creating hidden meanings behind phenomena. Some crazies were even making apocalyptic predictions. Brennan only cared about it, because he got to miss school today.

I stood in the middle of the entrance, trying to filter his language. What's a Michael Cock?

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.

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,

On Saturday August 11, 2001 leaves were starting to fall there was a feeling of Fall coming in the air. In one of the fire stations in New York, a group of fire fighters were eating lunch during their lunch break. Then suddenly Bob, the chief fire fighter, rushed into the room and exclaimed,

Waking up to see nothing, feel nothing, nothing at all. How would you feel about that when you woke up in the morning? For Carl it was a bit shocking, an 18-year-old teen. He didn’t know what was going on around him, but what he did know was that color was gone of the world, as if it never existed. For Carl, went about to ask what is going on today? Why nothing had color at all? No one ever responded to him as if he was a ghost; it literally drove him mad and his head exploded with rage. No one even noticing him yelling with frustration, so he walks out of the school to go home. Again he notices everything around him is so doll and boring as if people are walking around like zombies.

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.

I squint my eyes against the bright sun. It glares in my eyes refusing to allow any clouds, if there were any, to give me shade. Well I do not think the sun is worried about me, but maybe it would if only I could find something. Anything. I dig for artifacts, for bones, like I said for anything of value. I decide to take a break, the heat is killing me, and get a drink of water. I stand and brush the dust off my legs.

During the stormy spring, wind shook the trees and rain flooded the streets. Charlotte and Ben Dormes pouted in their room, playing with their phones and video games.

Sarah walked over to the window anixously waiting for her best friend to come over so they can hang out at their secret spot. Sarah decided while she waits for her best friend Grey, she would eat some cookies with milk. She walked over to the kitchen and poured a glass of milk and grabed 3 cookies. "Umm... So tasty!" she says, as she took a bite from the sweet melting chocolate cookie. Ad time pasted Sarah became worried as she wondered if Grey was comein. All of a sudden the door bell rang and she jumped off her chair and ran to open the door and Grey was standing. " What took you so long, I was worried you wouldn't come today." "Sorry I was late, I had to stop at the store for my mom, and speaking od the store I bought some things to take

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.