September 10, 2000.
"RING RING- RING RING. RING RING- RING RING." The hiss of the phone ringing startled me, and I put down the torn newspaper which was handed to me yesterday. "Hello?" I asked. "Yes, hello, is this Mr. Edward Norton?" A booming voice shouted through the phone line. "It is." I answered, quieter than the initial question. "Mr. Norton, I am calling you with fantastic news. The job that you auditioned for, was a success. You got the job!" The voice got lower and louder with each word. "T- thank you Mr..." I said. "Mr. Pillsbury." The voice responded. "Have a good day then, sir." I answered. Then, I hung up the phone.
September 10, 2001.
The familiar sound of the engine in front of me made me feel happy. This was home. My home. This is what I love doing. Flying planes is my idea of fun. 'One year and still flying, in my own way of course,' I thought to myself. I hopped into the plane. "Good afternoon Lewis, how are you?" I asked. "I'm well, how about you Edward?" Lewis asked me in return. "Pretty good." I answered. "Let's do this Ed, once again!" Lewis said proudly. "Right back at ya!" I laughed, and fastened my seatbelt. Before I knew it, passengers were founding their seats, the plane was in the air, we landed safely, picked up more passengers and went back to where we started. After a long day, I lay in my bed, ready for a very productive day tomorrow.
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The eyes of 9/11/01
Historical FictionSeptember 11, 2001. One of the most sorrowful days for the U. S. A. This gripping book is about several fictional characters that experienced this horrible day. 'Then, there was a crash, and the north tower collapsed.' "'What in the name of God has...
