The towers loomed in the twilight, hanging from the sky just barely touching the ground. Only a few lights flickered from their windows making it seem light stars could shine from here.
I know what everyone else will be writing about in their essays, nestled in the stifling Indian summer swarming through our high school classroom. I know they’ll be talking about the towers. The two steel majesties, twins against nature, toppling to the sound of a hungry extremist’s engine. How they crumbled. How they turned to dust against the New York skies and pavement.
I don’t want to write about it. It hurts too much. Seems too redundant. And yet my father’s photo is there, egging me on.
Belinda Roddie
They towers were breathtakingly large. I couldn’t help but feel like they were reaching into the heavens and it seems only fit that that’s how i last remember them. Towering up, meeting with God in the world we do not know but only speak of. That’s where they belong, those people. In the heavens.
Jess
the tower is on the edge of the cliff ask me fa real i think so for now yea yea yea
akera
I feel like this is an obvious set up to write about of day of horrifying tragedy in our great nation. The truth is that we are an imperfect society of people divided against one another with differences that have threatened and continue to threaten our nation. It was 11 years ago that our nation was threatened in the greatest way it has been in a long time and we proved that we can come together for a greater cause. But, it should not only be once a year, on the anniversary of this event, that we are united as a nation. We must begin to coexist as a greater nation than we are or these horrific histories are likely to repeat themselves in a new, probably more terrifying event.
M.J. Hutchison
There stood the looming metal towers. They stood foreboding in a crystalized silence, like it knew the doom that was to befall me. I wondered, would they remeber me when i died. I thought maybe they would. Then like before a storm was to hit it was eareily quite. The moment that changed history happened, the beautiful metal towers fell.
When the debris cleared there was again, that crystalized silence, but this time it told a different story, death.
kayla btws im also aroura michelle cartee
that day, 11 years ago makes everyone surprised, even today, as we remember. we know it’s in the past but it doesn’t stop the memories.
The model towers over her date. A man short on height but tall in finances. They look both ways down the street as they exit the limousine…she, looking for the paparazzi, he, looking for his wife’s detective. This affair was not going to end well for either of them…
paulie aragon
Intimidation.
I hate it when she towers over me.
Towers – also other now – in that – the thing that tows. Many things that drag other things behind them.
She intimidates me and tries to drag me along behind her.
I hate that.
Charmaine
I think of 9/11 when the twin towers fell down. When, people were in pain. They were all scared. People panic, feel hurt. towers
the princess yelled from the top of the tallest tower. yet the prince didn’t hear her, and his steed continued galloping in the wrong direction. she became more frantic, whipping her long hair against the stones, hoping against hope that he’d turn to look over his shoulder, to rescue her.
Towers spiraling high
beautiful ivory in the sky.
Sparkle like gems
made on wims.
Save me from this life.
Aurora Michelle Carter
An ivy tower blocks the sun; the sole window opens out towards a terrace where he stood now. Looking down, all he saw were minuscule dots, the people below looking like multiple ants doing the day’s labor.
He swung his legs up on the rail, feet dangling as one of his shoes fell off and plummeted like a rock. There was a slight hesitation as the door behind him creaked and a feminie voice called out his name in a question.
But there was no longer as he let go, a bird in mid-flight that suddenly went limp, and in that moment, he had never been so free.
The tower of toys loomed over me. I liked all of them, but the only special one was at the top. My little teddy bear. I had to climb the tower to get to it, of course. I started from the bottom and journeyed to the top. It took seconds…minutes…hours…before I made it to the top. I kept on going and going. I was so close. It was just a finger tip away from me. I calculated the distance between me and the teddy bear and shot my arm forward. But I still couldn’t reach. I had to move closer. I attempted to climb closer. To the top. My foot got stuck in the tower and I couldn’t move. I pulled and pulled at it. Then I was free! But the tower began to shake. It wobbled left and right, back and forth. Finally, I felt my fingers lose their grip and I fell onto the soft mattress of my bed. I watched in horror as the tower fell toward me and I covered my head to shield myself. I felt it hit me, luckily there weren’t very many hard toys. I glanced up to see what happened. But I couldn’t care anymore. My prince, my teddy bear, had found his way into my arms. As if he knew how badly I needed him.
Meow
Wow. It’s 9-11, and the word today is towers. this is very powerful and still fresh in the hearts of the families of the diseased. My heart truly goes out to these families
Eddie Coper
i saw the tower lean against the sky as i walked by i heard it whisper ‘come, enjoy my shade’ so i stalked on over and i found you there. i found you lying in the shade, your finger permanently stained red from all the paint spraying from your can.
maria
Today is 9/11 it sucks what happen but im joining the marines and im going to hopefully make this world a little better by taking out the guys who do things like this.
Junior
Towers always remind me of strength, of power, of just straight out rude, stuck up jerks. They may be beautiful or outlandish, but they have always made me think “what an awful person for creating that blemish on our pale blue sky.”
Savannah Sage
The towers stood, strong and silent, and she stared at them for a few minutes; ignoring the bustling city around her, the sounds and sights urging her forward, content to merely stare at the world.
The car honked loudly behind her and she forced her gaze away, emerging from her trance to head onward.
Madi
towers of power, who will you vote for. totally seeing the towers
eyeinthesky
towered over the highest drop
the tallest lights
the longest fall
how am i supposed to retreat
if i can’t feel a thing at all
The towers rose gleaming and golden from the sea. They had been there for longer than anyone could remember. And Andrew Philip was about to jump off the taller, Angel tower. He had planned it as political demonstration, but what had started as a peaceful protest had turned into a nightmare.
William Abernathy
Towers, they fell. Wrought hell. Sought power. Debris showers. Those with power sought to empower the meek and seek a way to control the meek and demonized a culture picking at the bones like vultures
We demonized the cultures and took advantage of our fears in order to fight a war of terror guised as a war on terror. We live in a world of true fallacies and false truths. Bastardized ideologies and lost youth. We lead sheep in all of the wrong directio
Really? here, too? Le sigh….
Someone Else
Climb, climb, climb. Higher, Higher, Higher. To all fall down again.
Devin
Many claimed the towers were a mirage; a trick of the clouds and the cliffs and the rumors. But Penelope packed her satchel and locked her windows, and headed towards the Towers That Provide.
The towers were standing tall and then they weren’t there was no place for them to go but down what was i supposed to do? I sat and stared and cried and held my head in my heads as the rest of the world watched waited and wondered what was happening to the world as we knew it
Jen
I woke up in a haze. My head was throbbing and my vision blurry. What was happining? Where am I? The last thing I remember was getting on the subway and heading towards work. When I come to a bit more, I hear screams and terror racking havic around me. I notice light. What light on the subway? I look up in horror at the scene in front of me. The towers, the city will never be the same.
The towers loomed above. The shadow covered half the road. I crept over, concealing myself in the darkness. I looked down into the alleyway. A group of people sat discussing something quietly. One of them looked up, as if sensing my presence.
Minka52
Earthy scent of bark. Air-freshener pine swirling in my nostrils. Soft loam, cushions my feet. In this city of nature’s towers, I am at peace.
MaryBea
tall 9/11 sad, today is 9/11 i don’t like towers they are sad too tall no ground. hard fall. big. im too small for that. small country better
Megan Wilcox
Towers, towers every where. To scale them is the hardest thing, so I devise a plan, too complicated I discover. I let myself down when the first few steps are not accomplished and the tower stands vacant and covered with ivy, a relic there in my brain haunting me of my overambitious ideas.
9/11.. many lost lives & I am grateful I was not apart but I give love to those who lost ppl they loved…
The twenty dollar bill shows the twin towers burning.. the irony .. ummm .
Twin towers..
Fire fighter.. my mom is a n fire fighter but is located n baltimore marland
Ikea
two towers. I saw them fall. no one ever thought it could happen. they were supposed to be invincible. like our country. it was devastating. it seemed like the end. but it was only the beginning. we found out who we were. how strong we were. what we could do together. and we remembered our God.
susan
Tall, imposing, and somewhat majestic. Do they represent the subconscious male dominance of our society, or is it just that they are the most effective way to use a limited amount of land? I’d plumb with the later. But then, I’m not overly convinced by any of these ‘phallic’ arguments as one might call them; I think they’re often looking for problems in the wrong places.
Jasper Heaton
We don’t do enough to help our people!
Wesley
The twin towers fell on 9-11 and a nation was scarred forever from that day. May they rest in piece and never be forgotten. Many Americans gave their life and their bravery to protect what they believed in. The twin towers fell but their memory live on.
The towers loomed in the twilight, hanging from the sky just barely touching the ground. Only a few lights flickered from their windows making it seem light stars could shine from here.
Maybe it’s time to trust again.
The towers stood shining in the evening light. The autumn light to be precise. It spilled over them like dark honey, bathing them in its sweetness.
I know what everyone else will be writing about in their essays, nestled in the stifling Indian summer swarming through our high school classroom. I know they’ll be talking about the towers. The two steel majesties, twins against nature, toppling to the sound of a hungry extremist’s engine. How they crumbled. How they turned to dust against the New York skies and pavement.
I don’t want to write about it. It hurts too much. Seems too redundant. And yet my father’s photo is there, egging me on.
They towers were breathtakingly large. I couldn’t help but feel like they were reaching into the heavens and it seems only fit that that’s how i last remember them. Towering up, meeting with God in the world we do not know but only speak of. That’s where they belong, those people. In the heavens.
the tower is on the edge of the cliff ask me fa real i think so for now yea yea yea
I feel like this is an obvious set up to write about of day of horrifying tragedy in our great nation. The truth is that we are an imperfect society of people divided against one another with differences that have threatened and continue to threaten our nation. It was 11 years ago that our nation was threatened in the greatest way it has been in a long time and we proved that we can come together for a greater cause. But, it should not only be once a year, on the anniversary of this event, that we are united as a nation. We must begin to coexist as a greater nation than we are or these horrific histories are likely to repeat themselves in a new, probably more terrifying event.
There stood the looming metal towers. They stood foreboding in a crystalized silence, like it knew the doom that was to befall me. I wondered, would they remeber me when i died. I thought maybe they would. Then like before a storm was to hit it was eareily quite. The moment that changed history happened, the beautiful metal towers fell.
When the debris cleared there was again, that crystalized silence, but this time it told a different story, death.
that day, 11 years ago makes everyone surprised, even today, as we remember. we know it’s in the past but it doesn’t stop the memories.
The model towers over her date. A man short on height but tall in finances. They look both ways down the street as they exit the limousine…she, looking for the paparazzi, he, looking for his wife’s detective. This affair was not going to end well for either of them…
Intimidation.
I hate it when she towers over me.
Towers – also other now – in that – the thing that tows. Many things that drag other things behind them.
She intimidates me and tries to drag me along behind her.
I hate that.
I think of 9/11 when the twin towers fell down. When, people were in pain. They were all scared. People panic, feel hurt. towers
the princess yelled from the top of the tallest tower. yet the prince didn’t hear her, and his steed continued galloping in the wrong direction. she became more frantic, whipping her long hair against the stones, hoping against hope that he’d turn to look over his shoulder, to rescue her.
Twin Towers. Paris.
Towers spiraling high
beautiful ivory in the sky.
Sparkle like gems
made on wims.
Save me from this life.
An ivy tower blocks the sun; the sole window opens out towards a terrace where he stood now. Looking down, all he saw were minuscule dots, the people below looking like multiple ants doing the day’s labor.
He swung his legs up on the rail, feet dangling as one of his shoes fell off and plummeted like a rock. There was a slight hesitation as the door behind him creaked and a feminie voice called out his name in a question.
But there was no longer as he let go, a bird in mid-flight that suddenly went limp, and in that moment, he had never been so free.
The tower of toys loomed over me. I liked all of them, but the only special one was at the top. My little teddy bear. I had to climb the tower to get to it, of course. I started from the bottom and journeyed to the top. It took seconds…minutes…hours…before I made it to the top. I kept on going and going. I was so close. It was just a finger tip away from me. I calculated the distance between me and the teddy bear and shot my arm forward. But I still couldn’t reach. I had to move closer. I attempted to climb closer. To the top. My foot got stuck in the tower and I couldn’t move. I pulled and pulled at it. Then I was free! But the tower began to shake. It wobbled left and right, back and forth. Finally, I felt my fingers lose their grip and I fell onto the soft mattress of my bed. I watched in horror as the tower fell toward me and I covered my head to shield myself. I felt it hit me, luckily there weren’t very many hard toys. I glanced up to see what happened. But I couldn’t care anymore. My prince, my teddy bear, had found his way into my arms. As if he knew how badly I needed him.
Wow. It’s 9-11, and the word today is towers. this is very powerful and still fresh in the hearts of the families of the diseased. My heart truly goes out to these families
i saw the tower lean against the sky as i walked by i heard it whisper ‘come, enjoy my shade’ so i stalked on over and i found you there. i found you lying in the shade, your finger permanently stained red from all the paint spraying from your can.
Today is 9/11 it sucks what happen but im joining the marines and im going to hopefully make this world a little better by taking out the guys who do things like this.
Towers always remind me of strength, of power, of just straight out rude, stuck up jerks. They may be beautiful or outlandish, but they have always made me think “what an awful person for creating that blemish on our pale blue sky.”
The towers stood, strong and silent, and she stared at them for a few minutes; ignoring the bustling city around her, the sounds and sights urging her forward, content to merely stare at the world.
The car honked loudly behind her and she forced her gaze away, emerging from her trance to head onward.
towers of power, who will you vote for. totally seeing the towers
towered over the highest drop
the tallest lights
the longest fall
how am i supposed to retreat
if i can’t feel a thing at all
The towers rose gleaming and golden from the sea. They had been there for longer than anyone could remember. And Andrew Philip was about to jump off the taller, Angel tower. He had planned it as political demonstration, but what had started as a peaceful protest had turned into a nightmare.
Towers, they fell. Wrought hell. Sought power. Debris showers. Those with power sought to empower the meek and seek a way to control the meek and demonized a culture picking at the bones like vultures
Really? here, too? Le sigh….
Climb, climb, climb. Higher, Higher, Higher. To all fall down again.
Many claimed the towers were a mirage; a trick of the clouds and the cliffs and the rumors. But Penelope packed her satchel and locked her windows, and headed towards the Towers That Provide.
The towers were standing tall and then they weren’t there was no place for them to go but down what was i supposed to do? I sat and stared and cried and held my head in my heads as the rest of the world watched waited and wondered what was happening to the world as we knew it
I woke up in a haze. My head was throbbing and my vision blurry. What was happining? Where am I? The last thing I remember was getting on the subway and heading towards work. When I come to a bit more, I hear screams and terror racking havic around me. I notice light. What light on the subway? I look up in horror at the scene in front of me. The towers, the city will never be the same.
The towers loomed above. The shadow covered half the road. I crept over, concealing myself in the darkness. I looked down into the alleyway. A group of people sat discussing something quietly. One of them looked up, as if sensing my presence.
Earthy scent of bark. Air-freshener pine swirling in my nostrils. Soft loam, cushions my feet. In this city of nature’s towers, I am at peace.
tall 9/11 sad, today is 9/11 i don’t like towers they are sad too tall no ground. hard fall. big. im too small for that. small country better
Towers, towers every where. To scale them is the hardest thing, so I devise a plan, too complicated I discover. I let myself down when the first few steps are not accomplished and the tower stands vacant and covered with ivy, a relic there in my brain haunting me of my overambitious ideas.
9/11.. many lost lives & I am grateful I was not apart but I give love to those who lost ppl they loved…
The twenty dollar bill shows the twin towers burning.. the irony .. ummm .
Twin towers..
Fire fighter.. my mom is a n fire fighter but is located n baltimore marland
two towers. I saw them fall. no one ever thought it could happen. they were supposed to be invincible. like our country. it was devastating. it seemed like the end. but it was only the beginning. we found out who we were. how strong we were. what we could do together. and we remembered our God.
Tall, imposing, and somewhat majestic. Do they represent the subconscious male dominance of our society, or is it just that they are the most effective way to use a limited amount of land? I’d plumb with the later. But then, I’m not overly convinced by any of these ‘phallic’ arguments as one might call them; I think they’re often looking for problems in the wrong places.
We don’t do enough to help our people!
The twin towers fell on 9-11 and a nation was scarred forever from that day. May they rest in piece and never be forgotten. Many Americans gave their life and their bravery to protect what they believed in. The twin towers fell but their memory live on.