Thump! Tap! Tap! I frantically stand up before I am completely awake. I listen carefully several moments to make sure that I’m not paranoid and actually heard the faint walking on the roof of the train car. I listen searching for any sound of recognition that the sounds I heard were real, but it is so silent I could hear a pin drop. However, I know that the sounds I heard were real because Queenie is also now awake, her ears perched up, scanning the air for the same sounds that I had heard. Again, nothing. As quickly and quietly as possible I remove myself from the horse blanket, my skin still itching from sleeping on it. I stride as fast as my little legs will let me to wake up Jacob. In disbelief upon approaching the bed I recognize that it is empty then in a frenzy I make my way …show more content…
PLEASE HELP ME!” I cry. I recognize a few of the men from seeing them around the circus, but I don’t know their names because I rarely ever converse with the working men. “Would you look who it is, Uncle Al really must of wanted you dead if he red-lighted a performer” says the first working man as he approaches me. However, when the man got caught sight of the condition of my legs his half smirk transformed into seriousness. “Hey can I get a little help over here?” expressed the working man. No matter how much he tried to hide it, I could hear the concern in his voice when he spoke. Within seconds all five men were surrounding me. “On the count of three lift...one, two, three” said another working man. Instantly, I felt a pain shoot through my entire body and my legs began seeping blood at a vigorous rate, causing the men to quickly put me down. I cried out in misery, tears running down my face, while the working men contemplated on what to do with me. It dawned on me that I couldn’t be moved because the pain was too great, and I had already lost so much blood that it would be a matter of time before I would lose too much. I had finally come to realization with my
Tears prick my eyes and a burning sensation spikes through my lungs. A new sense of fear overwhelms me. The loud beating of my heart is deafening. “You filthy pig!” someone calls.
A normal day in the city of Oklahoma on April 19, 1995, Timothy McVeigh, an anti-government man, and his accomplice took the lives of 168 innocent lives and injured many more. McVeigh’s hatred of the federal government and the handling of the Waco and Ruby Ridge incidents led him to commit one of the most deadliest acts of domestic terrorism in U.S. history.
I’d have to say that it is difficult to view all of the footage of the World Trade Center and not think that some stories that are being fed to us Americans are not the full truth. For all of the events that take place in the world to be so heavily covered by the media, I still don’t seem to grasp a clear picture of what’s really going in the world abroad and neither do the rest of the American people. I believe that the president is to alert the American people of important matters concerning our well being. I can’t help but feel a certain amount of betrayal from our president and administration for not taking further action to stop these planes while they were still in the air seeing that they indeed had prior knowledge of these attacks. I am glad to see that the American people are seeking the truth and I believe that we have every right to ask the government questions. The problem that is posed is the fact that the government is not answering these questions for us nor are attempting themselves to research these concerns that we have.
Tyler Norris American Literature Mrs. Miller September 21, 2017 9/11’s Flag Raising Heroes I woke up that morning, and it was just a normal day, I showered, brushed my teeth, and got dressed. I ate breakfast, then went into work. I got news from the FBI that said that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. When I got to the station, myself and the others were talking about what could have happened, and we thought that it might have just been an accident. People who were still inside were told to evacuate the building as quickly as possible. Another plane crashed into the South Tower, and we make our way inside to get as many people out of the building as we could. We knew then that we were under attack. It was tough to truly understand
I went to take a step forward when a horrible rotting stench filled the air. Abruptly, I turned away from the harp and looked behind me. I felt a pain in my chest and looked down to see that I was bleeding.
covered in blood ,i started hyperventilating . The man next to me screamed and a
I carefully pulled the bottom cabinet door closed, and with my bowl in my hand, I jumped. I did not make it to the floor. My feet were oddly dangling and did not touch the floor. I had a sharp pain in the left side of my butt. The cabinet handle had gotten pushed through the bottom of my butt cheek. I called for my mother’s help and she told me to hold on for a second. She was still in the bathroom and thought a bee stung me. I put my hands on top of the counter and lifted and away from the cabinet. I ran as fast as I could towards the bathroom with a trail of bright red blood behind me.
I sit up rather quickly, trembling. I had another nightmare. Slowly, I climb out of bed, careful not to disturb my wife as she sleeps. I tiptoe down the hall, and check in my children’s rooms. All sound asleep. The street is
One morning I woke up and went down stairs to eat some breakfast, when I heard the radio. It was 8:40 and the guy on the radio, Frank, was yelling, "The twin towers have fallen."
My eyes were welcomed by the sour, dull color of grey on an early morning. I opened my eyes and just started seeing things clearly when I realized it was 11:30 A.M.! So much for that early morning... What was I going to do? I had a doctor's appointment at 9:00, I was supposed to start work at 6:30, and I had a car appointment at 11:00!
I was ending my call with Emily, as we were arriving at the airport. Emily and Noah were about to board their plane in Seattle. I grabbed my backpack and suitcase “Annie, I hope you are ready to go and have put your things in the car,” yelled mom from downstairs. I was going to my visit my grandparents in Santa Monica, by myself. “Yep, I’m ready,” I yelled back.
Nothing appeared anyway. It was all a dud as far as she was concerned. She yawned once more, buried her face in the pillow, and fell asleep. Downstairs, the creaking began again.
My series of questions was interrupted as a devilishly handsome man, with brown hair and mesmerizing hazel eyes, emerged from the door of my room, with a mobile phone close to his ear, talk...
“He’s waking up,” Said one of the men whose voice was hoarse. Then the man started laughing. It wasn’t a pleasant and happy laugh. This laugh promised pain, lots and lots of pain. Shawn shuddered fearfully before he was grabbed by the neck painfully. The other man was the one who had grabbed him for Shawn heard that horrific laugh again from right in front of him.
OUCH! My leg crippled with pain. I tried to shuffle my way to the window, but it was excruciating. As my senses kicked back in, I felt pains shooting up and down my body. Peering down at my hands I screamed. My hands were covered in cold, congealed blood.