9/11 Short Stories

The waves crashed along the wooden docks as the navy, blue sky descended over Storybrooke. The stars shined across the turquoise water, making the lapping waves reflect the stars above.

A tired Killian walked along the docks, stopping at the location the piece of paper had said to stop at.

He looked over at the waves crashing and the stars reflecting on them. If he had more time, he would've spotted some constellations he found during his time in Neverland.

As Killian stared into the ocean, he felt a presence linger behind him. When he turned around, he saw Emma. She wore a black, leather jacket that had a flared collar up to her neck, black leggings and black ankle-boots that made her more taller than usual. Her now white hair was in

The people outside chatting about the danger of The Dark One and Granny ordering people about gave it away that it was morning.

As Killian stood up, he noticed a translucent, blue potion bottle on his nightside table. A scramble of memories appeared in his mind about the events from last night.

After reminiscing about last night's events, Killian grabbed the bottle and took off the cork that prevented the liquid from spilling out. He then gulped the liquid down, the liquid burning his throat a bit as memories start to shoot through his mind.

The wind breezed past as Killian and Emma galloped on a brown-coloured horse towards a meadow of soft pink roses. The roses glistened in the sunlight as they slowly halted to a dusty, tan-coloured dirt patch, quite close to the blossoms of soft pink roses scattered about the large, lime green meadow.

Once the horse had stopped, Emma climbed down, exclaiming, " That was amazing! Thank you."

" I knew you'll love it." Killian answered, grabbing Emma's smooth hand and leading her to the grassy meadow of soft pink roses.

" Now, tell me, what do you see?" He asked, still holding onto Emma's hand.

" Lots of flowers." Emma answered, looking around at the pink roses scattered across the grassy