9/11 Short Stories

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. What they are when with me. Like skittering, scattering insects many have fled, fleeing the marked path of the magistrate. The balancer, cloaked anointer. From his form the people rush, always disturbing my delightful hush. Into the lands I threw them, to that grey death I fed them, for if fear is what grips them then let fear be their master. For what is a home beside the device to break the grasp of terror. Those who reject its still sanctuary only beg to be thrown to the wolf pack. This

As noon crept onto them the field began the morph. In a wave the varied flower began to shift and morph into a sea of red spinally tendrils. Marco and Star both watched in a giddy amazement as the wave of change swept over them. "Wow Star," he says, "I guess you were right. This place is amazing." He gave her a genuine grin, before bending down to look over the flowers. "I think they're spider lilies," he says picking one gently. They were a tall flower with a long stem. He picks another, "they look lovely."

Star nodded, beaming not only from the shift, but from Marco's change of attitude as well. "I know I'm right," she says jokingly as she continues on, her eyes glancing over the sea of blood red blooms. "I wonder if this happens every day," she ponders out loud.

Marco shrugs, her hands beginning to work steadily on the spider lily stems, curling and braiding them together. "Beats me, though it would be cool if it did." He walked a few steps behind Star who was oblivious to the craft Marco had began. "Maybe this place isn't so bad. It makes you wonder why it was sealed