9/11 Short Stories

Words: 1012
Pages: 5

“I used to stare into the night sky, looking for the moon. But all hope was drowned in darkness, sunken into the abyss, suffering from the endless torture and solitude. Only enduring in silence, never able to escape.”. The mouth of the monster opened, with the thrusting odour of rust and mould. Like moths that found the only fire in the dark, the dust flew out of the room from the opening of the door. Inhaling the smell of rotten timbre, Mina adjusted her collar. Rays of light behind her invaded the room, revealing the secrets hidden in the darkness. The dead man’s table stood steadily in the middle of the space, surrounded by cobwebs and craft tools. She scanned left, locating the leaning shelf on the side of the room. “It’s been a long time.” …show more content…
Her fingertips browsed through the clusters of paper and ash, until her nails scratched through a leather surface. Eyebrows raised, she pinched the leather and pulled it out. It was roughly the shape of a book, covered in thick dust. With a soft blow, the particles swirled, the leather presenting the age corroded front cover. Mina’s hands shook with excitement, unable to hesitate, she opened the front cover of the journal, eyes fixed on the scribbles from the world-famous artist. “15/11/1972 I opened my eyes, it was all darkness I see, the freezing moonlight wiggled through the holes in my curtains, forcing me to notice my shaking hands. The headache attacked me again, once more.so intolerable, so painful that I couldn’t resist the will of hitting it against the wall. But something distracted me.what is that, lurking in the darkness I see? A monster, maybe, ready to hunt its prey, to rip my body apart and swallow.” the words are almost unable to be recognized, just like a toddler’s doodle type of font, as if to match his mess of mind. “17/11/1972, What have I done to deserve this.I see, I taste, I smell everyone’s hatred, everyone’s disappointment towards me, I’ve done nothing wrong, they hate me, no one talks to me, no one interacts with me, they think I’m no