Gently, the sun is rising, not knowing what will happen in the future. The Twin Towers is eagerly waiting, to feel the luminosity of the glorious sun. People have awoken to start a fresh day of work; aspiring for a successful day ahead. Time is ticking gradually as I’m unaware of the terrible episode ahead of me. The horizon was awakening as the night lights were switching off; welcoming the daylight with its brightness.
Tiny offices seen below are busy preparing to have their meetings diligently, whilst the Twin Towers is glaring upon them. Above me, I see a bright blue sky feeling so peaceful, calming, like an ocean to me. I’m feeling a burst of energy as the sun is feeling warm and cosy to my skin. Through the tinted blue glass, I see …show more content…
The demonic, foggy cloud of smoke is clenching my heart, pinching every bit of triumph and breath out of my body. The abnormal grasps of suffocation is agitating me as I’m constantly fighting for energy, is this really my end? My body is running out of oxygen, like a gradual deflating balloon. I am trying to drag my feeble body towards the window, so I can try to figure my way out, but my brain isn’t functioning properly as anxiety was rising and my throat is polluted. Sweat is rolling down my face as I am suffocated by the irresistible smoke. Tiny ants below are repeatedly screaming for the ambulance. “It’s too high for me to jump!” I’m trying to breathe faster to catch a breath, but, unfortunately, failing to do so. Slowly my body felt weak and drained. Many people from the crowd are sad, helpless as they’re losing their loved ones. All of a sudden the crowd has become furious monsters as they wanted to save their …show more content…
They are battling their way through the smouldering fire, trying to save our lives. From many floors below, I see my colleagues slowly being slumped on the ground one after another as they are falling to their death. Everyone is desperately praying for mercy and that we’re able to return home safely. Broken, damaged and killed: this is happening to the city and the people which were once full of life.
Why did terrorists have enmity with life? This cannot be the end of my life! Firefighters are finding pungent corpses under the shattered buildings. I’m too exhausted and drained; I’m the last person to leave the incident site. People across the city are horrified as they are able to see the thick smoke overpowering the sky.
Some of my colleagues have safely evacuated the site, as others were being approached by death; it’s constantly tormenting to my brain and echoing to my ears. This event wrecked families: elderly, parents and children. Tears are rolling from my stinging eyes, as it is shocking that people can cause a building crash. Each minute felt like an hour.
There is no memorial left of the twin towers just many other skyscrapers surrounding that destroyed area. There is nothing left for New York City now. Many innocent lives were ruined and many stories are still left
Tiny offices seen below are busy preparing to have their meetings diligently, whilst the Twin Towers is glaring upon them. Above me, I see a bright blue sky feeling so peaceful, calming, like an ocean to me. I’m feeling a burst of energy as the sun is feeling warm and cosy to my skin. Through the tinted blue glass, I see …show more content…
The demonic, foggy cloud of smoke is clenching my heart, pinching every bit of triumph and breath out of my body. The abnormal grasps of suffocation is agitating me as I’m constantly fighting for energy, is this really my end? My body is running out of oxygen, like a gradual deflating balloon. I am trying to drag my feeble body towards the window, so I can try to figure my way out, but my brain isn’t functioning properly as anxiety was rising and my throat is polluted. Sweat is rolling down my face as I am suffocated by the irresistible smoke. Tiny ants below are repeatedly screaming for the ambulance. “It’s too high for me to jump!” I’m trying to breathe faster to catch a breath, but, unfortunately, failing to do so. Slowly my body felt weak and drained. Many people from the crowd are sad, helpless as they’re losing their loved ones. All of a sudden the crowd has become furious monsters as they wanted to save their …show more content…
They are battling their way through the smouldering fire, trying to save our lives. From many floors below, I see my colleagues slowly being slumped on the ground one after another as they are falling to their death. Everyone is desperately praying for mercy and that we’re able to return home safely. Broken, damaged and killed: this is happening to the city and the people which were once full of life.
Why did terrorists have enmity with life? This cannot be the end of my life! Firefighters are finding pungent corpses under the shattered buildings. I’m too exhausted and drained; I’m the last person to leave the incident site. People across the city are horrified as they are able to see the thick smoke overpowering the sky.
Some of my colleagues have safely evacuated the site, as others were being approached by death; it’s constantly tormenting to my brain and echoing to my ears. This event wrecked families: elderly, parents and children. Tears are rolling from my stinging eyes, as it is shocking that people can cause a building crash. Each minute felt like an hour.
There is no memorial left of the twin towers just many other skyscrapers surrounding that destroyed area. There is nothing left for New York City now. Many innocent lives were ruined and many stories are still left