9/11 Short Stories

Words: 387

Pages: 2

Open Document

Marc, Alex and Jack were sitting in their usual spot at the stone bench in front of the school. Marc hadn’t slept well last night. Even after easing his frustration in the shower (twice), he still couldn’t stop thinking about Toni. His black sheets and the way those track pants left little to the imagination. He was in zombie mode this morning, barely even noticing his friends around him. So when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder he jumped, landing (un)gracefully on his ass in the grass. Alex and Jack fell over laughing.

Marc looked up to scowl at them, “What the hell guys?”

“Sorry Marc, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Marc turned towards the new voice. His face burning when he saw Toni standing behind the bench trying not to laugh. “I called your name, three times.” …show more content…
it’s okay. What’s up?” He tried to sound casual, like he hadn’t just screamed like a girl. Toni handed Marc a piece of paper. Confused, and still shaking off the embarrassment, Marc stared at the paper. It took him a minute to realize what it was.

“She signed it?” Marc looked back up at Toni, a grin stretched across his face.

“Yea, she did. I guess you have a way with parents.” Toni smirked, “You must have a silver tongue Marc Townsend.” Marc blushed, he was sure Toni didn’t realize how dirty that sounded.

Jumping over the bench Marc threw his arms around Toni, “Oh my God! We’re going to have so much fun! It will be awesome, I swear.”

“Uh Marc...” Toni mumbled.

Toni pulled back, his eyes wide. “Oh shit, sorry, umm right. Yea. Sorry.” Stepping away he looked at his feet. “Fun. Yea, good.”

Toni laughed, “Sometimes you remind me of a hyper guinea

9/11 Short Stories

woman arose from the long meeting table the four quietly sat at. “We are sure you are fully capable of going through with your mission, #11.” As she glared impatiently at the young spy, her long, ruby red nails clacked against the wooden table in a rather rhythmic fashion. “Well, I mean… I…” the spy stammered, as she was cut off by the woman yet again. “Silence, #11. That is the job you have been assigned. Besides, you know what will happen if you don’t comply.” Her eyes looked like icy blue daggers…

Words 1769 - Pages 8

9/11 Short Stories

a person’s voice” Kate asked. “No, but the temperature seems to be dropping so we should probably pick up the pace before it gets too cold” James explains. So they all walk a little faster as they shiver and their hands start to go numb. At about 11:00 pm the temperature is around 30°F, which is very unusual for it to be that cold in the end of September. “Guys I can barely see where i’m walking and we still have 3 miles to go, do you think we should just stay the night out here? I mean we could…

Words 2636 - Pages 11

9/11 Short Stories

Scarlett woke up the next morning to the sound of quiet chatter and footsteps from the hallway outside her room. Any other person wouldn't have noticed, but because of Scarlett's ghoul hearing, some sounds were a lot louder for her. Scarlett looked over at the clock that sat on her bedside table. It was 7:03. 'Everyone must be going to breakfast,' Scarlett thought. Scarlett reluctantly rolled out of bed. The white- haired girl wouldn't have even bothered getting up and going into the Great Hall…

Words 762 - Pages 4

9/11 Short Stories

The stench of chemicals hung in air like smoke, as the cleaning lady roamed the hallway. Bob stared at his front door, pleased with his work of skeletons, orange and black lights, spiders, and ghosts. He looked around to find that his neighbors put other creepy critters on their doors too. Suddenly there was the scream of a man and the lights went out. They flicked back on in a matter of seconds. Martha and Tommy (Bob’s children) came outside and pushed him inside. As he went inside he found his…

Words 870 - Pages 4

9/11 Short Stories

Casey sat in the middle of the bed and watched him vanished out the door. The pillow took the brunt of her anger as she pummeled it with her closed fists wanting to scream in frustration. Why did she have to ruin tonight? All her plans were progressing so well. Why would she say Sean’s name while making love to Ray? How am I going to get out of this one? Sitting in the dark, she tried to think of a solution that would fix this night’s fiasco. No light bulbs came on. No brilliant ideas came to mind…

Words 1644 - Pages 7

9/11 Short Stories

As the wail of sirens pierced the air, I noticed a car stopped in the street with its flashers on. Someone had already called 911. Fueled by guilt and fear, I made it out the window and onto the fire escape, painfully aware of the dangling shards of glass ready to pierce my skin like a lance. At that minute Margery moaned, and I sagged with relief. She was alive, thank God. No matter how crazy-angry my aunt made me, I’d never wished her harm. The whole fire escape, which appeared solid and…

Words 1505 - Pages 7

9/11 Short Stories

Chiron said “Ok I gotta’ run, go find your cabin, remember number eleven, make sure you follow the path.” I was going to ask why I had to go to number eleven exactly, because I just saw a girl leave number five, but when I turned around he was gone. I looked ahead and saw only the dirt road and the sun about to set. I started walking soaking up the fresh air and my surroundings. Mom would have liked this place I thought. I almost started crying. Maybe I could have saved her. Maybe she could have…

Words 1514 - Pages 7

9/11: A Short Story

I looked up towards the towers and saw the dark pillars of smoke rising into the sky as debris rained down from the Twin Towers. The air was filled with the sounds of blaring sirens and horrifying screams of distress. I stepped off of the firetruck and sprinted towards the entrance, desperately trying to weave through the mass of panicked people and rubble strewn about. For me, running into burning buildings seemed perfectly normal; I was a fourth generation New York City firefighter and grew…

Words 650 - Pages 3

9/11 Short Stories

When Marlene returned from her shopping spree, she had taken her last packages upstairs and went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee, the doorbell rang. “Now who could that be?” Looking out the bay window, she saw two well-dressed men standing on the porch, thinking they were salesmen, she opened the front door and asked, “May I help you?” The detective flashed his badge, and said, “I’m Detective Raymond Johnson, my partner is Detective Gerald Wallace. We’re looking for Marlene Barnes.” “I’m Marlene…

Words 427 - Pages 2

9/11: A Short Story

When I was about 12 my best friend Caden and I made a plan for our family’s to meet in case of an emergency. We said that would meet at three locations just in case we didn’t see each other at the other two, so our places were mcdonald’s , Ace hardware, or Emerson Elementary. Remember we are just kids. WHen we turned 16 the moment came. The Iran army came and started taking over the U.S. So I tried to call him but the cell phones were towers were down. I drove to house but he wasn’t there. “He must…

Words 253 - Pages 2