9/11 Short Stories

As soon as the team arrived, they began searching the storage unit. Within a few minutes, Kirk discovered the first body hidden behind a panel in the far corner of the room. "Guys, I found something," he yells, waving the machine back and forth in front of the far wall. "Look, there's a small gap between the wall and ceiling." Jerry says, pointing towards the corner.

Never fear, never fear, for I am here. Never fear, never fear, don't shed a tear. A pair of forlorn faces this way come. I know them better than some, better than themselves, though not better than the other. I know them not from what they were, nor understand who they are meant to be, but I understand what they are.

Molly awoke the sunlight shining in her face, as she peered out the window she noticed that there was many planes soaring high above. Astonished she decided to run down the stairs and out the door, right as Molly stepped out her ears abruted to the sounds of bombs exploding in the distance. Molly’s heart started to pound she was scared and disoriented; as Molly looked to the sky she saw the planes dropping bombs, she rushed inside and saw her father pacing around. Her father ushered he to a cellar inside the house, and said “this will protect you, stay in here until you hear the bombs stop dropping for at least 10 minutes.” Then her father shut the door and Molly heard him rummaging up stairs.

The weather gotten noticeably colder and the stars became more distinguish in the clear night sky. The sky seems a bit more open and as TK stare up at the vast night sky, he felt small as the universe open its billions of eyes down upon him. Shaking the feeling off with callous fingers through his long dreaded hair. TK mind was distracted and no matter what he do he couldn’t shake the thoughts troubling him. This missions were much more complex then he first thoughts

I awake to my mother, the queen, screaming at me. She yells constantly and it drives minsane. I decide that I should at least try and reason with her today. So I crawl out of my uncomfortable bed to deal with her. When I walk in she’s giving me an evil glare, but still giving a nasty grin.

A quiet kitchen, full of fresh fruits and vegetables, all sitting around together. This is what Water-melone saw as a young girl carried him into his new home and plopped him down on the counter. Every day, Water-melone did the same thing; had breakfast with his friends in the morning and visited with them all day until everyone was tucked away into their cabinets at night. Then one day, Water-melone noticed that some of his friends were missing. George Grape hadn’t shown up to breakfast that morning, and Sally Strawberry wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

It was a tough call but Mary decided to break the ice. “I am Mary Anderson and I am here not for trouble but to find out if Richard Anderson is who I think he is”. This statement had not fully gone out from her lips when one of the men grabbed her by the throat and wanted to squeeze life from her. She was gasping for breath when she heard a voice call out “Let her go, it is enough”.

“We have to try to pedal back to the boat! It’s the only way we’ll make it back.” She replied. We dropped our feet into the water, which now felt icy as clouds rolled over the sun. Kicking into the waves, we made no progress.

Because of his appearance he was denounced, The Monster only found himself at peace when he met a man by the name of Old Man DeLacey, this man was his only friend, ironically enough, because he was blind. Later in the story, The Monster saved a small girl from a predicament in the pond. Upon bringing her back to shore, he was not condoled how he had expected, “This is the reward for my

The body seemed to undulate without moving at all. It waited patiently, letting all of it’s ravenous hunger consume every part of it’s body. The eyes filled with only hunger as it just watched for it’s prey to be all alone so it could feast. But before the nightmare fueled creature

They came back a little later with a variety of fruit and nuts, Ernst was still sleeping so George dropped an apple-like fruit onto his chest. Ernst sat up and rubbed his eyes. “I see the mystery girl is up and about. How's our patient?” “He's still sleeping,” George replied, “let's eat then we'll see if we can wake

Patrick was a hard working detective. When Patrick came home, Mary was pleased to see him. As usual, she made him his strong tasting drink. They sat in chairs facing opposite sides of each other. Although Patrick did not speak much to her after his long day at work, Mary enjoyed the presence of her husband.

“No, my dear,” she said. “Only you.” Billy was a little confused, he thought that since it looked so nice inside and that she was serving bed and breakfast, many people would have come. “ You should go off to bed now, you must get your beauty sleep,” she said. “Yes indeed, I don’t feel very well, i bet with a little sleep I will feel better,” he said in reply.

They pulled out the cheese and bread to give to the dogs and threw the two over ripe and rotten apples to the ground with disgust. They asked why the little packet was hidden so well and Annemarie’s answer was that they were no more hidden than the napkins. She did not know what to do next though so she ran a couple of ideas quickly through her head in a few seconds and came up with the idea to act like her stubborn sister Kirsti. She went on and on about how her Uncle Henrik would be furious at her because he did not have a lunch to eat at all and would be starving when he got

After saying goodnight to their parents, they went to bed. While they were sleeping in their enormous rooms, something creepy happened: they conjure in a nasty and stinky street; Lucy said, “Where..where are we?” “How am I suppose to know?” Jimmy responded.