9/11 Short Stories

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She sat there silently, taking in the chaos that surrounded her. Her village now in smoldering ruins as the sun came up. She sat amongst the rubble, covered in sweat and soot, still numb from what she experienced the night before. It happened so quickly there was no time to react. The marauders came late and in such force, there was no time to do anything and nowhere to run. All around her in the darkness, she could hear the cries of her people and the maniacal laughter of the warring tribesman who had come to kill them all without any thought of mercy. She scrambled to her feet and threw back the woven door of her baked mud hut, squinting in the dark attempting to see what was happening. Her parents scooped up her two little brothers

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