9/11 Short Stories

The day was late, and five extremely lucky kids sat upon the curb contemplating the world. Debris littered the ground, dust and god knows what else floated visibly through the dense air. The group of kids were all age 16-21, and all were friends; in a different world; a different time. They had been walking for quite some time, and now settled down in a small town they had dubbed it appropriately the town of ‘Nothing’. Welcome to ‘Nothing’. There were obviously buildings there at one point in time, now all that remains is the sturdy foundations, the initial debris spread miles across. One of the younger kids, James, stood up and began to pace, muttering under his breath

“I’m done playing, I want to go home”.

The older boys said nothing, but each one felt pity in their minds. There was no home anymore, and it wasn’t impossible that they were the only ones left alive in this world that had most definitely been forsaken by god.

The boys did not know what happened to their world, but something intensely catastrophic occurred only a few days ago. There had been a warning issued by the government only a few hours before “IT” had happened.

It is famous for an extensive network of caves, some of them unexplored and untouched by humans for many years. They were out near one of the caves in the woods, when Jack got an urgent call from his mother telling him that something big was happening, and a warning on the TV was given by the government. She told him to find shelter, that it was not a joke, and that she loved him. That was the last time they ever spoke. Jack, a carefree humorous but mature boy understood the urgency and seriousness in his mother’s voice so he came up with the idea to venture into one of the caves for a few hours, and wait for another call from his mother. After he convinced his friends to come along, saying “c’mon it will be fun, and plus my mom sounded serious guys, I don’t know what’s going to