September11th2001 Stories

Flames, smoke, ash everywhere. I'm trapped. No where to run. I scream, but nothing comes out. No one can hear me. I feel the flames licking at my skin, the smoke clogging my lungs. I feel the heat everywhere, sweat trickling down the back of my neck. Bright light shone for just a single moment, but just like that it disappeared. And I was lost along with it….