9/11 Creative Writing

480 Words1 Page
bulb-icon

Recommended: Aspects of crisis management

My feet planted firm on the ground as I bit the inside of my cheeks to feel something. My pigtails and gray uniform forgotten along with my surroundings as I just watched death do his work. I didn’t feel like a kid anymore. The once peaceful scene turned into a mass of chaotic moments as soon as metal clashed on metal, and the remains of glass littered the floor of the street in front of the fenced gates of my school. My peers screamed loudly but the sound of the crash replayed in my head, but worst of all is that I saw the blond hair of the woman cover her face like a veil tainted red. My teacher ushered us to wait inside yet my mind was numb and my thoughts blurred as I heard the cries of the adults. I continued to watch the bloody scene for a few short moments when a man had stepped out of his banged up car with shaking hands and a terror stricken expression, and the panic of the parents parked near by, but I still hadn't cried or taken a breath and what happened felt unreal. …show more content…

I hit the ground silently and hissed when a sting overtook my knee and like a pinch to the arm I instantly knew that this was not a nightmare. A bitter taste quickly filled my taste buds as bile rose in my throat and I could still smell the sweet perfume of my teacher as she hugged me and tried to give me some words of encouragement. My eyes remained on the aftermath of the scene, and I stood on my toes to peer over her

Show More
Related

  • The Lost Battalion and Acceptable Losses in War

    648 Words  | 2 Pages

    BANG, BOOM, BLAM,TAT-A-TAT, TAT. My ears are assaulted with noise, my eyes witness squirting blood a soldier is shot. I observe soldiers blown away by bombs. I see blood that saturates an infantry man. I view maimed men and observe limbs with fragmented bone. I witness militia dead on the ground. I listen to screams, grunts and gurgling blood in a man's windpipe. WHOOSH, flame throwers make a path with flames blazing burning men instantaneously. My eyes reveal the emotion that rips through my heart, tears drip down my cheek. I turn my head. I cannot watch a soldier cradle his buddy as he dies.

    Read More

  • Pros And Cons Of Concealed Weapons On Campus

    1261 Words  | 3 Pages

    The sweat was dripping down my face as I pushed the weights off my chest. Everyone ran towards their bags after a student said there was a gun in school. Twitter was the first source that we checked just to make sure. Boom! The door slammed open as coach Ben yells “Hurry up and get out”. My heart started beating faster and faster. We didn’t know what was going on. As we were running to the gym everyone was panicking and pushing each other. I could feel the burn on my elbow but I didn’t know what it was. When we got to the gym my elbow was covered in blood. We were told to get down and stay quiet. Later on we were told a student brought a gun to school and was planning on committing suicide. That was one of many gun incidents at my high school.

    Read More

  • 9/11 Diary Reports

    258 Words  | 1 Pages

    E-Report stated the following: Noah mentioned he ran away from home to a fireman during community helper day on September 29th. No questions were asked. Noah was encouraged by the fireman to not run away. On October 4th, Noah mentioned to Hanna that he ran away and a police man found him. Hanna asked why he ran away. Noah stated that Merrill did bad things to him. Hanna asked if he was okay and Noah said yes and then said he's much better now. Noah mentioned that he was trying to get to his grandpa's house. Noah did not give any more details that day. On October 6th Noah began wetting his pants during the school day. October 11th, Noah wetted his pants again during the school day. Today, October 16th, Noah wetted his pants

    Read More

  • 9 11 Essay

    689 Words  | 2 Pages

    On September 11, 2001 terrorists crashed two American airline airplanes into Twin Towers, killing thousands of people. It was the worst terrorist attack in American history and it showed us that we are not protected by Atlantic and Pacific. It showed us that we could be attacked by anyone at anytime. It showed us that if we will be attacked again that we can only depend on each other and not on other nations to help us. The 9/11 changed people forever, some lost family members or friends, others lost their jobs even so called “American Dream.”

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative Essay: The 11th Day Of September, 2001

    1043 Words  | 3 Pages

    The 11th day of September, 2001 was not just any ordinary day. It was an annihilating day for both me and my country. That day symbolized the burial of my grandfather, who died the week prior. My grandfather, played a fundamental role in my life. He encouraged me both spiritually and educationally. This is also the day that the Islamic terrorist group Al-Qaeda decided to attack the United States. They achieved the attack, though the hijacking of four planes; this caused the complete destruction of the Twin Towers (North and South) of the World Trade Center located in New York City. The terrorist group was also responsible for the partial collapse of the Pentagon. They did, however fail in their attempt on attacking the United States

    Read More

  • Jumping Off a Cliff

    628 Words  | 2 Pages

    As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative Essay: Creative Writing: I Will Die

    1446 Words  | 3 Pages

    Crying, I recall when I said to myself, “I will die!” I couldn’t think of anything else. I was locked in a small and dark room for two consecutive days, I was starving, and there was no one there to help me. Simply, I was frightened and worried about how I am going to get out of this room alive, although there was a war going around the whole city.

    Read More

  • Air Disaster- Creative Writing

    956 Words  | 2 Pages

    not on the outside. All I wanted to do was find someone, get a story,

    Read More

  • Grandmother’s Quilt (Grandpa's Love)

    1780 Words  | 4 Pages

    The inside of my body resembles that of a sieve. The biggest whole is buried deep beneath my aching soul. The rhythm of my heart seems to skip a beat with each breath that my lungs consume. As I stand at the front of the church entrance, I can feel the weight of my body shift from side to side. At any moment my legs may give way and buckle beneath my emotionally tired body. The warmth of the bodies from the room brushes past my face sending a flash of heat down my spinal cord. My plain, black suit hugs tightly against my body, constricting each movement that I take. I force my lips to replicate that of a smile as I greet the mourners at the door. I am the one that they are worried about the most; I am the one who has suffered the greatest loss and you can see this concern printed across their faces.

    Read More

  • I'm Not Crazy

    767 Words  | 2 Pages

    The voices in my head become a swelling crescendo. I forcefully grab my head in between my hands as the words echo through my skull. Pain pulsates with every word. I squeeze my temples hard with my palms but the pain is unbearable. Clawing at my face, a scream rips through me; sapping every last drop of energy in my body. Like a rag doll, I collapse onto the cold concrete floor as a growing darkness overcomes me.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Car Accident

    983 Words  | 2 Pages

    Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.

    Read More

  • Gone: A Short Story

    1070 Words  | 3 Pages

    The air that was left in his lungs had fled from his body as he took his last breath. His chest rose and fell for the last time. He was gone. His eyes glazed over and his heart had stopped beating. I closed his eyes. The wounds from the attack were far too big for his fragile body, he couldn’t hold on any longer. He fought so well but even then he wouldn’t have been able to overcome something that was as horrific as this.

    Read More

  • Descriptive Essay About Jealousy

    1266 Words  | 3 Pages

    Rage consumed me, it burned in my stomach and I swear I could feel my temperature rising. It felt like a living, breathing organism trying to claw its way out of me and yet I went completely numb. I just sat there the whole class period. I didn’t work on my art project nor did I think about what Connie had just told me. Pain took over as I stared at this little drawing carved into the table top. I admired the beauty of the lines that formed the woman in a dress that clung to her body. As silly as it sounds, that little carving is what kept me sane throughout the remainder of the

    Read More

  • Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining

    797 Words  | 2 Pages

    My heart was simply ripped apart. I could not believe it at first, but I knew I had to. After all these wonderful years and enthralling moments, I finally have to face God's greatest challenge. My mind wasn't as messy as before anymore and I couldn't even think of what to think. It seemed as if I had nothing to worry about, nothing to do, nothing to say. I was trapped inside this room waiting for the Grim Reaper to reap my innocent soul.

    Read More

  • Narrative Essay About Accident

    1039 Words  | 3 Pages

    The reckless driver hit us straight on, then “Bang!” a loud noise resonated through the air, and abruptly my body flew out and hit the pavement of the road. Everything around me was simply a white haze for a few seconds after the impact. My body felt extremely heavy and the sharp pain throbbed throughout my face and body. Lying there on the rough asphalt, I faintly heard my mom and Carrie call out to me, “Sydney! Sydney! Are you okay? Answer me! Sydney!” I wanted I speak up and answer them, nonetheless, it was useless, my voice just wouldn’t make a sound. The desperation in Carrie’s and my mom’s voices reverberated to me across from where I was lying. My mom frantically ran up to my side and hugged me tightly in her arms. Blood was squirting out of her pinky, where the top of her finger had been severed. The places where my mom’s tears fell, stung my wounds, nevertheless, it was nothing compared to each little movements that caused the pains to electrify through my body severely. Every second was hell, the pain was just utterly agonizing and tormenting. Whether it was due to the pain or the exhaustion my body suffered, my mind slowly drifted off and I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. As my eyes gradually closed, the blazing siren seemed to have grown louder little by

    Read More

More about 9/11 Creative Writing

Open Document