9/11 Short Stories

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Breaking the news - a new era! A supervillain by the name of Warden has appeared and is terrorizing the moon itself. This startling plan has left officers speeding to stop this wicked plan. Reporter: "Witnesses describe Warden as an ominous figure, his eyes blazing with a sinister glow. The moon is now in the palm of his hand. The moon is hanging in the atmosphere like a stolen gem, casting a ghostly glow on the earth, just waiting for the warden to steal it." News Anchor: In a chilling exchange, Warden commands his henchmen, "Prepare the moon extraction device." And once the moon is mine, the world will offer me whatever I want to get it back, and I will be the most renowned villain of all time!" His words, dripping with a vicious tone, leave …show more content…
We will not let the moon be stolen from us. Goodnight, and stay tuned! The city buzzes with anxiety as breaking news buzzes through every house. People sit around their TVs, nervously awaiting updates on the moon theft. Dread grips the citizens, their eyes skimming at the night sky with a newfound sense of fear. Amid the mess, Beckett, the hero, jumps into action. His perseverance fuels him as he pivots between skyscrapers like a spider and races against time as fast as a cheetah. Now closer to the Warden's ominous grasp, the moon awaits an impending clash between Super Becket and the evil warden. In a secret base hidden under the city, Becket analyzes the clues left by Warden, his eyes looking into bug concentration. The moon-stealing device, a dangerous creation that threatens to plunge the world into chaos, looms as bug reports in Becket's mind. Becket mutters, "I won't let the moon be a jewel in Warden's game." It's time to save the night." Back at the news station, the report's voice was a mix of concern and hope. As the city holds its breath, "Becket, our hero, takes on the challenge of saving the moon and even the world." Can he defeat Warden's plans and restore peace to our

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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As the dust settles in the street, a once tall building lays as little more than a pile of rubble on the roadside. A few pieces begin to shift and then a large chunk is thrown from the pile as Desh wavers onto the street. The wires on his suit are almost completely destroyed and most of the black suit is torn. He is cut and bleeding all over. After taking a few steps forward he falls to his knees and grabs hold of the bleeding stump where an arm used to be. He pants and wheezes as blood pours out…

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Ariel Was that a knock? Yes. My tired eyes slowly open. Blinking several times to gain a clear sight, I see my mother leaning over me. She is trying again. As annoying as she is I give her mental brownie points for being so persistent. I roll over and turn my back to her. “Honey, you have to go one day.” My mother replies with a fake happiness. We both know I’m going nowhere. “And why would I go?” I snap. “So those girls can put me in that state again? I am finally a little better! Do you really…

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