9/11 Short Stories

It was the month of december there was like 2 feet of snow. All the kids and adults were outside except for Tj the neighborhood meanie who hates kids Tj is 7’0 dark brown hair green eyes and broad shouldered type is 29 years of age. Natiegh is 12 she is 5’4 orange hair hazel eyes when she smiles she has dimples. She loves the snow esecially around christmas. Amber is 14 years old 4’3 ft she has green hair brown eyes. Jake is 15 years old with pink hair blue eyes 6’0 ft tall. Aiden is 16 with purple hair and he is 6’4 ft tall. Jake and aiden were planning a snowball fight with the girls they would act completely normal then SURPRISE snowball fight aiden threw the first snowball he threw it at amber and screamed snowball fight everyone started to gather snowballs

It had been twelve days since the accident, and with every minute that had passes Jordan thinks he’s getting closer to losing his mind. His chest had constricted when he had seen her limp, doll-like form stretched out on the operating table, the beep of the machine the only thing giving any sign of her still living. The doctors’ faces had been grim, telling him that she had a chance, but it was a slim

“Mrs. Mitchell is in critical condition.” Lydia’s face crumpled and she was about to give up hope when the doctor spoke again. “Her legs are both broken and, due to the lengthy time spent without access to blood, almost completely dead. She has two broken ribs, a broken arm, and a minor concussion. Luckily, there was no damage to the brain. I know this must be so hard for you both, but chin up! Although she will never walk again, we are almost positive that we will be able to heal her broken bones and her other minor injuries.” At Lydia’s concerned look, he clarified. “By minor injuries, I simply mean cuts, gashes, bruises and the like. In conclusion, we will be able to help Mrs. Mitchell, but she will have to stay overnight, perhaps for a week or two. Do the two of you need a place to stay?” After the pair mutely shook their heads, Mr. Hal walked up to the front desk, paid the bill, and drove Lydia to his house in silence. “You can stay here until we get your house fixed up,” he told her as they hopped out of the wagon

“Stay patient?” Adeline asked in a barely controlled voice, “How are we to stay patient? I have a job! Jacob needs the nurse’s aide at least, the PT and OT we could manage without for a little while.” Jacob used his arms to shift in his wheelchair and stress lined his features as he

Daniel had hoped they would cancel school, he really didn’t feel like going today. His head pounded and all he could really think about was what had happened the night before. He had gotten a night’s good sleep for the first time in a while, no dreams, no blurs, just sleep. This helped, but he still had a massive headache, which didn’t mean anything good for Daniel. Usually a massive head ache like this meant a blur, but since Daniel had solved the death of Emily Jackson, he thought he should no longer have and stay clear of these blurs, at least for now. So he didn’t know what to expect. He walked into the kitchen to find his father sitting reading the newspaper, as usual.

“You were crying, and fighting in your sleep!” She cried “I-I wanted to help, but you wouldn’t wake!”

Millie was spooning soup into bowls when she heard a thump, then a yelp. She almost rolled her eyes when she realized what had happened. He had fallen off the couch. Sure enough, when she walked into the living room he was propped on one elbow, holding his head with the other, his legs tangled in the blankets. She tried to hold in a laugh, but failed as a small giggle slipped out. He turned his head towards her with confused eyes. "Wha?"

His husky, tired attempt at speech caused her to snort, then she got down to business, crouching beside him and asking the questions the doctors on the television always asked their concussed patients. "What is your name?"

He blinked at her slowly before responding confidently but still drowsily, "Jonathon Stenton."

Millie was pretty

In an instant, his aunt whirled around and crouched beside his face; he could feel her moist breath on his ear. “That wasn’t very nice, Daniel. I’ve been so good to you.” She retrieved a large syringe from the bureau and jabbed it into the plastic IV. “Maybe you’re not ready to wake up after all.”

“Jill, I was terribly injured, more severely than you would believe. I have been grievously injured before, this was different. Death is not a binary thing, rather a descending scale. I slid off the end of that scale, hit the bottom and caught on the bounce by a miracle. If the morgue refrigerator had been a couple of degrees warmer...” her voice trailed off. Then she shook her head, took a breath and continued.

“Stop! Stop it! You’re hurting he-me!” Angela shouted. No one appeared to hear her as once again the defibrillators came down onto her chest. A woman in a pair of scrubs looked over to another woman in a white coat.

Guilt, despair, and heartache laced the congested ICU room and I trembled, struggling to keep myself upright. My dry, cold hands gripped the countertop, sending pain up my arms from the sharp edges. Thoughts ran through my head, but I couldn’t understand any of them. I stood lost and confused with the rest of my family. My lip quivered as I glanced around at everyone’s sullen faces. All of us were here for one reason. She lay on the small hospital bed in the center of the room, silent and still.

Norma’s eyes hazed over and now Arthur’s voice was the one she couldn’t quite make out; her eyelids felt heavy. The voice in her head was becoming clearer by the minute. Norma thought to herself: “ Hmm why does this voice sound so familiar?” Right! it sounded just like Betty’s voice. “But why though?” Norma pondered. As the minutes ticked by, the voice became very clear. She used all the energy and then some to open her eyes again. “Norma? Oh my god look at her color! Come on we need to get you to the hospital right away!” said her sister Betty. Then, another voice started speaking. Norma’s vision was still a bit hazy, and could barely make out the blurry faces hovering over her. The only reason Norma opened her eyes,

The room is filled with yelling and arguing voices, all the while Cassandra’s mother stands idly by. She rests her head in her hands as she weeps, tears soaking her already soiled blouse. It had been months since her daughter had arrived here, and there was little to no hope left in the tiny woman.

I woke up the next day in the hospital. My parents and my friends were at my bedside. They were pale and tired and looked quiet. I must have really scared them. When my parents left, Jane came up to me. She started crying. “I’m sorry, Alex,” she wept. “I’m really sorry.”

"I can't mom I am watching John." They both look over at the little baby sleeping in the corner all warped up in a blue blanket. Than Sidney's parents walk in and tell Charlotte and Savanna to get all the adults in the room. "I have something to tell you." said frank very quietly and depressingly.