9/11 Short Stories

As soon as the team arrived, they began searching the storage unit. Within a few minutes, Kirk discovered the first body hidden behind a panel in the far corner of the room. "Guys, I found something," he yells, waving the machine back and forth in front of the far wall. "Look, there's a small gap between the wall and ceiling." Jerry says, pointing towards the corner.

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.

Jane steps back into the room, and trots over to Chase’s desk. She carefully sets down a mug, and looks up at Chase, and asks him, “Umm are you done here for the night or are you still doing something

On top of these sheets is a makeshift noose from sheets. A disgusting toilet juts out of the wall. The walls are a white soft plush. A door is against the wall furthest from the toilet and bed.

BZZZZZZZZZ! He lifts his head from a pillow looking totally lost. As if asking himself where is he and how did he get here. Finally manages to sit on the bed, holding his head with both hands.

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.

Nothing can keep Kevin from attending the high school championship football game, except his parents. After many nights of getting drunk with his friends, and missing curfew his parents have had enough. It 's Friday night, and Kevin 's parents are going out of town for the night, that means Kevin 's home watching the house. "

“You’re cheating!” Parker childishly exclaimed before throwing the controller across the room. “You’re just pissed because you keep losing….to me.” I laughed, as I grabbed a handful of Pringles from his plastic bowl. We had been playing FIFA for the past three hours and I beat him at every single round.

Kenny not paying attention continued on the long road to the middle of knows where. After driving down the road for almost an hour Frank noticed that they were still driving, when they should have been at the hospital forty-five minutes ago. He leans forward and says, “Guys? Where are we?” “All I see is a bunch of trees and a dark road.

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.

Molly awoke the sunlight shining in her face, as she peered out the window she noticed that there was many planes soaring high above. Astonished she decided to run down the stairs and out the door, right as Molly stepped out her ears abruted to the sounds of bombs exploding in the distance. Molly’s heart started to pound she was scared and disoriented; as Molly looked to the sky she saw the planes dropping bombs, she rushed inside and saw her father pacing around. Her father ushered he to a cellar inside the house, and said “this will protect you, stay in here until you hear the bombs stop dropping for at least 10 minutes.” Then her father shut the door and Molly heard him rummaging up stairs.

She cut off a lock of her own hair, breathed life into it. And there, in the palm of her hand, grew a small man. She named him Adam, for she felt it a strong name. Dropping him into the shoebox, she blessed his sleeping form.

Sleep deprivation, a common occurrence for him, had taken its toll; the normal, neat set of footsteps were replaced by a chaotic disarray of lines caused by his dragging feet. Focusing on the cold was blocking it out of his mind, but now the hammer had come down on his head. A good night’s rest hadn’t come in bordering on a fortnight. Sleep was a wonderful and rare commodity, one that he could not afford to use at any time.

Once upon a time there was a girl, One day she went out to the market with her brothers. When she went out she met an old woman. The old woman turned out to be a witch that her parents had banished years ago. She kidnapped her and her brothers. The evil witch decided to drop her brothers of on an island, where they would stay forever.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the epoch of disbelief, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, I had everything before me, I had nothing before me and I was an orphan harrowed in a mere workhouse resided in the rickety streets of the Tuvas Village. Heights of outrance cruelty barged in, I couldn’t take it any more, undergoing sheer crucification, I darted away to the east, down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of hill hoping that the almighty might show what happiness in life was. I ran in vain through the dusk and dawn and reached the Wall of fortune yearning for my woe of agony to end. But no. Slip