9/11 Short Stories

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Bucky fell from the train during the first week of May, 1945. Less than a day later, Steve crashed into the ocean off the coast of Greenland and slept for 66 years. He wasn’t aware of that time as it was passing. He wasn’t growing as a person. He was 26 years old when he crashed, and when he woke up, he was still 26 years old and his best friend had just died. Do you think when he found out that it was 2011 that he went, “Oh, Bucky’s been gone for almost 70 years, now, I’m over it,” or do you think that wound was still fresh? The Battle of New York happened during the first week of May, 2011. Steve had been awake for about ten days. Do you think he went into that fight feeling like he had 93 years worth of life experience? Or do you …show more content…
I can’t believe I never understood before. Steve literally crashed a plane into a glacier over the Tesseract. He lost his best friend and the opportunity to be with the love of his life over the Tesseract. Of course he’s pissed off and unwilling to help when Fury comes to bother him about the fucking Tesseract. This is the same fight he fought in during WWII. It’s the fight they told him he won when they defrosted him. Of course he’s mad. Probably betrayed and frustrated, too. Not only that, but at the time of The Avengers, Steve has been out of the ice for two weeks. He lost his best friend, the love of his life, everyone and everything he’s ever known two weeks ago. He fought Red Skull and saw the Tesseract vaporize him into thin air two weeks ago. And then Fury interrupts Steve’s PTSD flashback at the gym to tell him S.H.I.E.L.D. found the Tesseract and promptly lost it to yet another villain bent on world destruction, and Steve is all Jesus F. Christ, I JUST did this! And then, as if that wasn’t bad enough, Steve discovers that S.H.I.E.L.D. was using the Tesseract to build HYDRA weapons of mass destruction (because S.H.I.E.L.D. is HYDRA,

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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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