Next Terrorist Attack

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

This short story covers the hevy topic of a terrorist attack that destroys lives, families, and all together the nation.

The deadened streets were quiet and desolate with the absence of children. The normally blue landscape that stretched over the roofs of all the buildings and homes of the world was filled with dark menacing clouds that in the morning had foreshadowed the dark events of the black day. Each raindrop that fell through the air and shattered on the ground was the anguish of mothers and fathers, and each thunder was the roar of depression and screams of the violated families that had been destroyed. Separation, isolation, and pain would accompany these families until each member’s last feeble breath.

I had been staring at the television for five minutes, knowing with tangible certainty that motion and the resulting action were the two defining decisions of my life, and they were the most important things in the world at this moment. My children had to be extracted from their school, before they found out what was happening. My daughter, seven-year-old Callie, and my son, five-year-old Tyler, were the joys of my husband Jared’s and my own life. Tears were pouring from my eyes as still; I sat motionless as I stared at the non-changing face of our president.

“It is a great loss to our nation, and to the many families of our nation…” the president read from his teleprompter. His face was emotionless, drawn not with regret or depression as might have been appropriate, but instead was flat with either stress or indifference, I couldn’t tell which. “An order has been issued to keep the remaining children in their schools until a count is provided and the losses are known. We will be able to get massages out faster if…” Finally, his last full sentence had shaken me out of my shock. I switched the television off.

My children were to come back to my home now, and no government here or in any other country on any other world would keep me from getting my family. I jumped up, running across the living room and putting my hand on the back of my soft blue sofa, using it as leverage to through my body over the obstacle and reach my keys. I snagged the mettle off the hook and ran to the garage faster than I would have thought possible in my sharply angled house.

For the first five years when I was out of high school, I had studied past what my father had taught me, and learned most of the defensive techniques I had ever been aware of. My father had worked for the FBI and taught me to defend myself from a young age. No school personnel was likely to be able to hold me back, and nothing would keep me from my children.

I floored the gas peddle as I raced down the empty street. I scanned the free way and pulled my car around in a u-turn. The five minute highway trip would not be possible with bumper to bumper non-moving traffic. My hummer was more than capable of another less secure rout.

I turned off the suburban street and onto a dirt path into the trees of the forest. I wound the automobile earnestly in the direction of my children’s school. Even in the woods the sirens could be heard every where. The light around me grew lighter until finally, I emerged out of the trees. I sped over the elementary lawn, braking just in time to keep from hitting the school wall. I ran to the front of the building where a mob of parents waited anxiously, with tears pouring from their eyes, for the allowance to retrieve their children. I shoved my way to the front of the screaming crowd.

A school attendant put her hands on my shoulders. “Ma’am, I’m sorry but you have to stay back. No parents are allowed in the building.” She looked stressed and I felt sorry about what I was about to do.

“You don’t understand. I drove my children, I know they are alive, and that no bus killed them, I need them here now and you can mark the off your list of missing children!”

“Ma’am, I’m sorry I can’t let you through.” Her wide eyes were sorry, but I had no other choice. Terrorists were able to get onto the busses as drivers, so how could I be sure they were not in the school.

“Let me through now!” I screamed with my last warning.

“I can’t…” The woman replied. I drew back my arm and elbowed her below her breast, successfully breaking at least one rib. She fell to the ground and I jumped over her. I pushed through the doors before any teachers could hold me back. Callie’s room was the closest, but luckily, both children’s classes were in the same direction.

The class rooms were mostly empty, and the percent of children who had been murdered was greater than the percent that had not. The terrorists had managed to crash, and destroy the busses for three fifths of the nation’s public schools. All those children were gone, dead because of the biggest organized terrorist attack in the history of the world.

“Mommy!” Callie yelled out of the library door. I stopped and turned as she ran to me. I kneeled and grasped her in my arms.

“We have to get your brother now.” I told her, lifting her in my arms.

“But mommy, my backpack is in my class room…”

“It doesn’t matter. We’ll buy you a new one with kittens and flowers like the one you wanted.” I soothed her, trying to keep her calm through my panic. We were nearing Tyler’s room.

“Mom, what’s happening? No one was in school today and we could hear screams coming from the front of the school. My teacher was crying too…” She trailed off, and I wondered if she was capable of understanding something so unimaginable.

“Don’t worry Hon, mommy will keep you safe.” At this point, we reached Tyler’s room. I put down Callie, and opened the door. “Tyler?” I called to the small group of children.

“Mommy! Mrs. Honey, that’s my mommy!” His teacher tried to stop him, but he ran to me, ducking under her restraining hand.

“Come on baby, let’s go.” I picked him up and the three of us ran to a side door and miraculously, it was the one by my hummer. I could here other parents in the school, having followed my rout in. I quickly through my kids in the back seat, and Callie buckled them in. I picked up my cell phone as I turned in the direction of the forest once again.

“Jared, hey honey, I’ve got the kids. Meet me at home, we have to leave.”

“Okay Kate, I love you. Even though I am sure you have broken the law several times to get them out, I am proud of you. Tell the kids I love them, and I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay, I love you. Bye.”

“Mommy, where are we going?” Callie asked wide eyed.

“We’re going away on vacation baby. It’ll be okay.”

Hiding wouldn’t be easy, but we were together. That was all that mattered. We were together.

Submitted: December 26, 2009

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I hope you like it. Please help me become a better writer, i want tips and any/all comments on my writing are apriciated.

Sat, December 26th, 2009 7:00pm


Hey, I wrote something similar. A poem called Desert Cries (hint, hint). jk.

Anyways, so first I would like to say that you do well with the description. Sometimes i feel like you're putting too many adjectives in there (opening paragraph), but most of the times its good. Also, toward the end you could really feel the emotion. it brought back memories of nine-eleven when I was the confused child asking what was going on.

The formatting could be a little easier on the eyes, tho. I've grown accustomed to spaces in between the paragraphs on books, so this felt a little run-on-ish.

Overall, it was a good read :)

Tue, March 16th, 2010 7:45pm


ok thanx, i do sometimes go overbord with the descriptions, but in my defense, this was one of the first peices i wrote. thanx for the critisism

Sat, March 20th, 2010 6:43pm

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