9/11 Short Stories

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The children play hide and seek in the middle of the woods, full of tress as tell as apartment buildings,colored in the brightest of oranges. All the kids are bundled in jackets and scarfs to keep away the fall chill. “Your it!” Cheerfully screams the children. “But I don't want to be it” Whines Jason in response. But the other children had already run off laughing without a response. “Aww, come on guys!” Jason says to no one in particular. “This isn't fair!” He looks around seeing, no other children is sight. “Fine!” he says and begins to count”1 2 3 4 5 6 7 78910, ready or not here I come!” He yells. Then he sets off to look for the children, he comes upon a bush that looks like a prefect hiding place. As quite as he can he starts to sneak …show more content…

The way his father would make him small wooden toys. Night quickly turns to day, and the wind dies down. Jason wakes to the sound of birds and the smell of morning. He sits up and stretches his sore body. “I just want to go home.” he says in a soft voice. He gets up and dusts off some of the dirt that stuck to his body from sleeping on the cold hard ground. He takes a few steps out of the cave looking around and starts to walk west of the hill into more woods but the trees seem to be farther apart then his last path. As he heads farther away from the hill he starts to notice that the leafs changed color to green over night. “Odd” he says to himself. Jason keeps walking passing tree after tree, his mouth starts to go dry. He takes a brief look around for something to drink when he hears the faint sound of water. Jason starts heading towards the sound, the water gets louder and louder the closer he gets when he comes upon a small stream. He goes to his knees and cups his hands in the water and brings it to his mouth, taking a much need sip. He drinks his fill and stands up. Jason starts off again. He starts to count the trees as he passes them. “One tree, two trees, three trees, four.” He gets bored of it quickly and starts to hum to himself. Then all of a sudden he hears faint whisper of men talking. He looks around wildly, starting to run as he tries to follow the voices. They get louder with every passing step. He quickly makes it to a dirt road, “I know this road!” he screams with joy “I know it, I know it!” He starts running down the road laughing well chanting out loud “I'm back! I'm home!” He gets to his house to find it just as he remembers. He yells “I'm back! Mom! Dad!” and runs into the house throwing the door open. He runs into the living room to find no one there. Still yelling that he is back he runs upstairs into his parents

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