9/11 Short Stories

Meanwhile, Hulga lay in the loft of the barn, and due to the lack of vision correction, she struggled to discern the amount of fingers she was raising an arm's length away. Her optical deficiency was beginning to give her a throbbing pain just behind her eyes. The paralyzing ache gave rise to such agony that Hulga had no choice but to shut her eyes and get some rest.

Now far enough away from the night club opening, Jessie could hear the distinct sound of a woman screaming. The heart wrenching sound made her stop mid step. Cold terror washed over her as she neared the corner of the alley and peered around it. There were distinct shapes - someone on the ground writhing in pain, one cowering against the wall, and three that approached her. She heard the poor woman crying out for help and saw one of the advancing shadows reach a hand up to strike her across the face. Nausea broiled in the put of her stomach and Jessie took a cautious step in. For a moment she weighed her options - trying to decide what to do. Did she fight or did she fly? Whatever - or rather whoever she thought she saw obviously wasn't real. There was no Superman. But this woman still needed help. Jessie clung to her phone as though it was a bludgeoning weapon and dialed 911. She took a step forward - about to call out to the attackers - when another shadow landed in front of her.

Theta had been curled up on the couch for maybe 30 minutes now, fast asleep. The weather conditions were fine, last he checked, so everything was fine, or so he thought...

The rain got harder as Tina walked alone in tears. She missed her daughter Iris. Tina thought about all the good times they had together. She wondered why Iris had done that to herself. Iris was a skinny young girl who killed herself. Iris wa bullied at school for how far she was, so Iris decided to stop eating. Tina was walking in the rain. It had been a year since Iris was gone. She thought back to that day. Tina woke up and made herself some coffee. She nibbled on a muffin that she bought from the store yesterday. She took Iris to school and then went to work. Tina went throughout her day as usual, but what she didn’t know was that soon her daughter would take her own life. Iris got home and went up into her bedroom. Tina wouldn’t get home

James just sits at the bar drinking his regular whisky with a few ice cubes drinking his problems away. James lives in a broken down apartment in Harlem, New York trying to provide for his family. James can barely reach his wallet and drop a twenty on the bar. He starts walking back to his miserable life while moving side to side drunk. James fell a couple times and one last time in front of his apartment and he hears screaming in the room he was about to walk into. It’s Natalie yelling at the kids to keep their grades up and help around the house. James listens for a little while and walks in trying his hardest not to collapse.

It was sad to see it in this state of disrepair, and she hoped to remedy that soon.

I had been on a boat before, and I didn't usually tend to get sea sick. I felt a little queasy, but I knew I'd be alright. We were getting off of the ferry in less than forty minutes. I sat with Avenelle Jérôme on the edge of a window that was so long it touched the floor. So basically, we were sat on the floor, but that sounds filthy, doesn't it? "Nelly?" I mumbled, he was staring out at the murky waters below like a little kid, probably waiting for the coast of France to appear. Meanwhile, Nicki was on the top deck, using her iPhone to take pictures for her Tumblr.

I didn't know what to say to him. My mind was empty. I couldn't tell whether he was sad or angry. It was difficult for me to interpret his emotions. He was not the kind to sew his heart on his sleeve. Yet, I saw tears streaming down his cheek whenever he was all alone. I felt bad for him, for the boy whose parents had died in a storm.

“Madeline,” I hear through my endless solitude. It was quiet enough that I could have imagined it. I must have wanted to hear it so bad that I thought it was there. Thwarted by my realization, I close my eyes and try to fall asleep. “Madeline” it says again. I open my eyes to find that same sunny ceiling, in an entirely empty room. “Madeline.” It

“No you are not,” He says. “Even if you manage to get to the island they aren't letting anyone in or out.”

Aghhh! My mother’s scream pierces my ears like a needle. My parents are fighting. They fight 24/7.

After two years the culprit of the death of the doctor was not found, Lauren showed great advance in her new treatment, and she never again hurt herself and she never again hurt anyone, so on September six, the new doctor allows Laureen to return home. Before she left the hospital, the doctor asked - Do you hear voices now?

The hospital had quite simple interior designing with white matte walls, immaculate flooring, and well-lighted ceiling. The waiting hall appeared to be minimally furnished. The hospital staff had a colored dress coding system for different departments helping the patients locate the respective staff easily. The inpatient ICU unit had clean beds and flooring in addition to the soothing music for patients to relax.

The sheer helplessness in Tom’s voice brought tears to Booker’s eyes, but he knew it was in his friend’s best interest to remain in the hospital and receive a full evaluation. “Tom, listen to me,” he commanded quietly. “Just let the doctors do their job, and you’ll be home before you know it.”

Blood splattered the wall and dripped off his hook. His vision cleared, and he saw what he had done. A long, bloody cut across her stomach, bleeding and creating a pool of blood.