9/11 Short Stories

I was sprinting through the woods, water splashing from the leaves to my face. I glanced up at the thin grey clouds circling in the midnight sky. Though it was a sight, I couldn’t stop. The anxiety was suffocating, the terror made my knees go weak, but I had to keep going. I had to run or they would catch me, and I was not going to end up like the others.

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I sat at the window sill, as I have been doing all week, counting the raindrops. My empty apartment was silent except for the nearly mute news network that I had on in the back. I continued to watch the droplets fall from the sky, but as I began to lose focus of the water, I noticed my faint reflection forming in the glass, as if I were there, but not entirely. I quickly snapped back into reality when I heard a familiar name on the T.V.

“We have reason to believe that 26 year old Catheine Piagenti has been abducted as well as the previous seven women. Catherine is around 5’7, has long chestnut hair, and was last seen wearing-” I cut it off and dropped the remote in horror.I frantically began to search for my phone. It was nowhere to be seen. I ran to my computer, but it wouldn’t turn on. I sprinted to my front door, now starting to panic, but it was locked from the outside. “HELP,” I shouted banging on the sealed window. “Is anyone there!? Can you hear me!?” Hours passed and the only person that stopped was me. Finally, I took a golf ball from my golf bag, ran to a window and threw it. However, when it shattered to the floor, a concrete wall was