Personal Narrative: A Day Before The Twin Towers

Once the Twin Towers were the place to be,

But now they were crumbling for the whole world to see.

Two passenger planes had crashed,

Leaving the rest of the world, aghast. Today was just a regular a day in New York, it was 80oF and the sky was as blue as a sapphire- not a cloud in the sky, it was illustrious. I promenaded around the city streets, whilst taking in all the scents of the pretzels, the shiny rocks fumes and the most importantly of all, the hot dog stand. I take a brisk walk past the subway which stenches of cramped humans and sweat. As I turned the corner I arrived at the great grey trees, they were shimming in the morning sun, however I could hear a constant humming surrounding me, but I thought it was standard, since giant grey sky birds fly over these trees all the time.

And then it happened…

A blast as loud as a clap of thunder collided with the two great trees. Some of the humans surrounding me were screaming, crying, however some were motionless, speechless and emotionless. My human was starting to pull my leash

The overwhelming stench of petrol flooded into her office. She had to get out. She mustered all of her courage to leave, she steadily stepped out into a sea of thick, intoxicating smoke, and she was struggling to find her way. All of a sudden it hit her, the smell of singeing hair and burning flesh. The thought petrified her that these, helpless, lifeless, powerless bodies in the corridor were her friends and colleagues. It was becoming unbearable for her, the heat scorching her skin, the putrid taste of smoke filling her lungs making it a burden to breath. She was fearful of the ever looming fire catching up with her; behind her the flames had consumed the hallway. Would she ever escape? She could hear the voice of another person, and then the smash of a window pane. Then the voice was gone. She released that some people were