9/11: A Short Story

On September 11, 2001 tragedy struck. The sky was blue and it was a beautiful morning. I was walking down the street to get some breakfast with an old friend. I opened the door to the old Copper Lantern restaurant where we were suppose to meet, and there she was. She looked so amazing it was great to finally see Amanda again! Midcoversation there was suddenly a loud boom, and the ground rumbled. Girls in the restaurant screamed, with in minutes everything was chaotic. I grab Amanda's hand a pulled her through the waves of families till we finally got to the door. I took my first steps outside and everything was in a haze.

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

“Katy get down here and take out this trash!” said Scott Waters an aging man sitting I his recliner as he changes the channels. “Alright!” Said his daughter from the stairs behind him. Since the garbage can is in the front yard sitting on the curb Katy used the front door to haul the bags of trash. As Katy was struggling she noticed a kid her age of a brown complexion walking towards her "Here let me help with that shawty” As Katy tugged away in fear she says “No! I got it.” The kid took a step back to observe her attempting to lift the overweight bags. Of course Katy’s scrawny pale arms could not lift them over the rim of the garbage can; chuckles came from the strangers bright teeth as he assisted her. She took a moment to glance at the boy and noticed he seemed a

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

It had just seemed like an ordinary day, but after that day had passed, the day of September 11th, was no where close to ordinary. It all started out as if it was any workday.

She had given this up. All of it. The path of the witches, she had decided, was not hers to take. Wielders of the gift were meant to maintain balance in a world of evil. But those same protectors had fallen prey to greed, pride and an overbearing lust for power. Bethany was raised on the stories of covens going to war and even siding with the monsters they had sworn to destroy. Beth had promised never to choose a side. And to fulfill her promise, she rid herself of her powers. So why was she here, staring at the tattered notebook that contained not only her history of witchcraft but also her magic? Pale, slender fingers flipped through the makeshift grimoire. The nightmares hadn’t stopped. They wouldn’t. Bethany was normally conscious enough to dream lucidly, but the dreams were spiraling out of control. She was aware of the old phrase, “if you die in your dreams you die for real”. That’s what frightened her. Every night she died. Her lack of magic made her vulnerable to attack. The identity of the attacker was unknown. But not

I can remember that particular Tuesday, I was getting ready for work and my brother an employee of American Airlines at the Los Angeles International Airport called the house and told my mother to turn on the t.v., because something was going on back home in New York. We would never imagine that it was something that made us drop to our knees in prayer. I could hear my mother say, “Oh My God, the building is on fire.” Just as she said those words, sitting there in a state of shock, we realized that we were watching the second airplane go through the other tower. We thought that it was a recap of what had already taken place until I looked at the bottom caption and it said “live.” It was something that you would see in a war movie. To see this unfold right before my eyes, I was sick. I began crying and said, “oh no what about our family.” They worked in the towers. A few of them on the top floors at least thirty stories up. My father grabbed the phone and immediately began to dial his sister who worked for the Chase Bank across the street from there. Her and my

September 11, 2001 began as any ordinary day for Elvia Hogan as she left her home and headed for work. She recalled the sun shining and the sky a bright blue as she entered the counseling office at Hunter High School. As she approached her desk, she opened her computer to find the unbelievable image of an airplane in the top of one of the World Trade Center buildings. Phones were ringing, as the counselors began watching the news to follow what was happening when suddenly, a second plane flew into the neighboring tower.

Suena was walking home and she felt like she was being followed, but she thought it was because of the horror movie she watched the night before. It was about a twenty minute walk for Surena to get home and she often enjoyed but that day she didn’t enjoy it. When she got home there was a note on her fridge from her mother saying she’ll be back in a couple of hours and that there was leftovers in the fridge. She still had that icky feeling that someone was watching her, she kept saying in her head that it was just the horror movie scaring her. Her dog Belle was eating the couch again, when her mom got home she’d be mad. Surena went up stairs to her bedroom and forgot to lock the door that day, when her mother warned her many times before to

As kids, we were all warned about the basics. Call 911 for emergencies, tell an adult if someone touches you or even tell the teacher when someone says a bad word. But what happens when something happens to the last person you’d think it would happen to.. Yourself. Who could you actually turn to, and when the time struck, how would the words flow out to confess the crime done to you. Or even worse, would the words come out at all? “Can you tell me what happened exactly?” “It's okay to talk to us, we’re here to help you, not hurt you.” The words kept ringing in my head. But was it okay to talk to them? Speak of the unspeakable with people... people I didn't know, nor trust? Being so young I had no idea what was going on. As my heart was racing,

It was just a normal day in my grade five class doing our work and having fun. Our teacher decided to move onto a subject that involved our birthdays. We were supposed to make a line with our birthdays in order.” September ten! “I shouted. One student was shocked.

This is my story of becoming an actress, well technically i’m just going to NYC but still it could happen, i can’t even wait one more hour it’s 2 am and our plane leaves at 6am i can’t go to sleep i’m just too happy i’m actually going to New York City I’ve packed and repacked 5 times to make sure i have everything i want everything to be perfect on my journey to New York (my best friend Emma and my mom and i are the ones that are going in case you're wondering)

I remember the rain, it was calm as it splashed against my kitchen window, while I waited for dinner to be served. It was a normal evening, my family and I gathered around the table ready to celebrate my grandparent's anniversary. My Dad had made a feast to feed all of Africa, over Labor day weekend to congratulate his parents on fifty years of marriage.

Tuesday morning of September 11, 2001 was a day that no one will forget. I decided to write it out what happened to my family that very day in my mom’s perspective to make it easier to understand. My mom was in Pleasant Hill, CA and decided to skip that day of work because my older sister was sick. Madeleine, my eldest sister, was two at the time. Early in the morning a family friend of ours, Janet, called my mom asking if she saw what was happening. Janet said,” Jeanne the twin towers are on the ground, turn on the news!” My mom was so tired from staying up all night because of Madeleine that when she heard what happened she didn’t belive it. She quickly turned on the news and it replayed the airplanes hiting the twin towers and falling.

I had just exited the barber shop when my dad was waiting for me inside his van. I agreed to help my aunt move her household items into boxes in preparation for her new home. I agreed to help because not only was I close to my aunt; I also get to see my cousin, Joseph. I had kept my thoughts about him throughout the car ride until we finally arrived at my aunt’s house. As usual, she ran outside to welcome me and my dad warmly while Joseph stood on the doorway watching us from the shadows. When I walked up to him to say my greetings, he did the same but he wasn’t as enthusiastic as the three of us. With that, my Dad worked alongside our aunt while I was paired with my cousin who was in charge of carrying living room furniture out of the house.