9/11 Creative Writing

During 9/11 a tragic event happened. Two planes were hijacked and crashed into the twin towers on a beautiful Tuesday. Everyone was surprised and shocked about what had happened on such a beautiful day in Manhattan. Now from the perspective of what was occurring inside the building, it was obvious people were unaware of what was happening. After a plane crashed into the first tower, people at the bottom floor got out of the building. In the other tower, some people were confused about what was going on. After someone came onto the intercom and told everyone in the building they were safe, and that everything was going to be fine, they told everyone on the bottom floor to go back up the building but, some others still remained

Thank you for taking an interest in the role! I really appreciate it. — So I have some background for the Emilia role, but it's open to creative freedom. She, Brandon (me) and the Kit all grew up on the bad side of town (I haven't picked a location yet, as I wanted everyone's input once I got the group together) She and Brandon are very close, almost like siblings, and he's very protective of her; they have a relationship like Dom and Mia from Fast and the Furious.

Not a word was spoken as an array of people, including myself, studied the pictures of that horrific day that aligned the wall of the dimmed entrance to the 9/11 Memorial Museum. The silence was an eerie and somber stillness that invoked grief into the hearts of all, even those such as myself who were too young to even remember the terror that took place nearby. Projected on the pillars were the stories of people and their reactions to the attack as it was happening, adding to the solemn mood. Already, even before I had reached the part that was the museum, a heavy grief for people that I never even knew swelled in my heart.

He looked up at me as I tried to reassure him that he was going to be okay. “Help is on the way.” I could feel the fear in his eyes.

Marc Sarcolo awoke with a start. Rising up, he looked around the room. A lime green, slimy, shining substance happened to be scattered around his once dark room, lighting everything up. While wondering, it took him a brief moment to realize it, but that whirring noise to the left of his head gained his attention. Slowly turning his head and directing his piercing navy eyes to the left, a sky blue light in a cylinder circle shape shined onto his wooden floors. Unfortunetly, the darkness prevented him from noticing anything else. Unconciously jumping out of bed, Marc found himself walking right under the bright light like some invisible object was forcing him too, pushing him. Taking that last step into the beam of light, Marc felt squeezed like

The light was as bright as the sun and I could feel my retinas burning. In the back i could hear a slight beeping sound almost like it was graphing my heart beat. I heard voices, “Scalpel.” “I’m going to make the first incision now....” And then nothing, the voices stopped and i was back in my own head. I was startled by a falling sensation, as i was thrown into an even colder room. The light in here was dimmer, but it was still blinding. I crawled over to giant metal door and punched it and screamed for them to let me out. I needed to finish my work, my whole reputation depended on it. In a few

A pale hand overhead obscured the light. My almond eyes focused on the sculpted lines of the face of a man. The sunlight formed a halo around his head. His set of cobalt eyes gleamed like flames of fire. Despite the horror of our first encounter, witnessing him in the light purged my fears.

I remember October 23rd, 2013 specifically for a few reasons. First, I remember the music playing loudly from the living room of my friend Kenzie’s grandma’s house and Kenzie’s sister, Maddie, singing off-key and even louder than the music. I also remember the comforting smell of cookies in the oven and lavender and other flowers in the vase on the counter while I sat at the island in the kitchen. The third reason I remember that day is because it’s written in the corner of my first attempt at a drawing.

Before I even landed in the US, the damage was already done. The towers had already fell and peoples intelligence fell even lower.

“In today’s news, a large scale virtual attack has been made on Indonesia. The attacker is unknown.” were the words that rang through millions of televisions in 2024 and nobody thought much of it.

“But then… We began to have separate classes, and I kept getting further away from you. That made me really sad, but it was a good thing that ended quickly! In freshman year, I entered the Drama Club. And when I saw you there, it felt like a dream come true! This time, I didn’t’ want to lose you!

I opened my eyes, the vertigo slowly slipping away as I blinking myself into full consciousness. A bright surgical light blinded me from above.

Hi, Mrs. Margaret. This is Jacqi. Malcolm gave me your number, I hope that's okay. He told me to let you know that he made it to Hungary in one piece, and that he's going to try and get his phone situation taken of tomorrow so he can talk to y'all as soon as possible. He miss you and Laura and sends his love. Anyway. I hope you're having a good evening, I'll talk to you later.

The baron reached down and stroked my hair, I jerked away at his touch. In response he grasped a fistful of my hair and pulled me upwards. I took the painful hint, rising scrabbling to my feet from the stone floor, it was only then I realise I was still wearing my heels; standing tall I was a little taller than him. He peered at me covetously, pushing me against the table so that I was virtually sitting on it, my thighs forced apart as they pressed against it; and then he spoke, quietly but intently: "You are a criminal. In accordance with the laws of this Hold, you're to be executed at first light. "Normally that fate would be unavoidable. But... there are things that someone possessing of your - assets - might do to convince a compassionate baron such as myself that the sentence could be commuted." He let go of my hair now, stroked the side of my head softly as if to apologetically smooth it down again, then slid his hand down my neck, past my shoulder, and grasped one of my breasts roughly. He stooped, bringing his face close to mine as if he meant to kiss me, but instead shot me a snake-like smile.

Tuesday, April 12, 2017 at 22:03 City units were dispatched to a suspicious call, at the North Beach parking lot. The anonymous caller said that two cars pulled up and some kids got out and were playing their music loud and looked like they were going to party on the beach.