9/11 Short Stories

All these words, worming their way through to his brain. Writhing in his thoughts. Screaming out at him, lashing him with their venomous burdens. Each word causing him to sink further into the darkness. He cursed at them, cried out at them.

A bounty hunter named Kisa was running away from two hired goons who had chased her down to a hidden night club. She had managed to dodge them and vanish into a shadowy alleyway, but as she was escaping out of the alley the clattering of a metal gate gave her position away. So she quickly darted for cover and just as she was about to get out of their line of sight she was tagged by three sleeping darts. Kisa tried to get farther away to hide better, but she passed out before she could.

“Lets finish getting our revenge.” They walked out of the door and into the dark snowy night. The beam of light from their flashlights sliced through the shadowy forest. They followed the trail of blood, continuing on through the wintry night. Suddenly they heard the crunch of walking in snow, coming from ahead.

The stairs went down then around then back on you and down some more then up some. Tizbeth wondered if she was mile underground or if sunlight was just a hand’s breath away. She paused looked up the next flight. Lit with only a few magic torches, Tizbeth couldn’t tell it the rough stones were brown or gray. What are you doing?

A ran through the white cold streets and stopped a meter away from the two. He slowly turned to meet my eyes. He seemed like any other man you’ll see in the streets gifted with a charming face, but I felt an unknown terror all over my body. His eyes were cold blooded as if he had bare handed killed millions at one point. I soon noticed that the pure alabaster snow turned red, directing my attentions towards the woman.

The bus looked more like a subway train. It didn't have any wheels. Instead, in hovered slightly above a metal road. When the bus took off, the teenagers looked out the windows and they saw people who looked like humans, as well as reptile-like creatures. There were also little green men with black eyes and big heads.

The winds picked up. Out of the west, the dust rolled in. It blocked out the sun, leaving people unaware of what time it was. It was still day out, but the world outside grew darker. It was like the death of the dinosaurs, how the dust from the meteorite had covered the sun and doomed them, but only it was with a different kind of dust

A gust of wind pushed up against treeline, sending twigs, leaves, and branches flying. The rain was coming down in sheets, making it nearly impossible to see. Three men took shelter behind whatever they could from the element: rocks, trees, and sometimes each other to avoid debris and rain. The three aimlessly walked, trying to find anything that could lead them back to their path. Everyone pointed fingers and blamed the other two, criticizing everyone and everything but themselves.

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.

I have my own idea to find out what happen, then Sam smiled strangely. He turned his head toward the stairs and cried loudly , "There is a gost, AAAA!! , I'm so scared! As he screams, he turned to the group of stunned people and said," Come, repeat after me! "

Black and White Screams, blasts, gunfire. All Sarah Himmel could hear were the cries of those being blasted apart. World War II was well under way. The air was cold and damp, the sky was painted a deep grey.

It rained all day, slowly creating masterpieces on the windows that quickly faded. Hannah felt like she lived in an art museum when she looked outside toward the usually bustling streets of Los Angeles to find only a few brave souls who dared to venture from their dry homes, their mouths open in disgust at the weather they had to know their precious city needed so badly. She was sure she could do this for eternity; just sit and watch the little droplets. Everything she needed to do, like pack for VidCon, could wait.

I lean over him and brush a wet strand of hair out of his face. The scrape on my shoulder has scabbed over already, but my movement makes it throb again. Day sits up, rubs a hand wearily across his eyes, and glances around our swaying railcar as if searching for something. He looks first at the stacks of crates in one dark corner, then at the burlap lining the floor and the little sack of food and water sitting between us. It takes him a minute to reorient himself, to remember that we’re hitching a ride on a train bound for Vegas.

In the beginning the world was bare, a rocky terrain as far as the eyes can see. Then one day the Great Spirit descended upon earth and felt pity for the barren land. The Great Spirit wandered the earth until he found a lone rock that was pitch black and cool to the touch. He clutched the stone with such force that it vanished from his palm he then lifted his hand to his head gently pressing two fingers between his eyes.

The day was just after my brother’s birthday and we had just finished celebrating his birthday. My brother was more surprised, however, by the amount of snow that covered the yards outside. We both awoke to a sight much more impressive than that of December, a white landscape obscuring everything laying on the ground, including the cars. My brother and I changed faster than firemen getting ready for a rescue, as we ran outside to see the fascinating snow that surrounded our neighborhood.