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Something strange in the air flashed silver and red, I jumped as a plane flew towards our building. At that moment time moved in slow motion, faces in the pilots' window looked unwilling. I saw a man with arms widespread, and another with hands in prayer. Then the sober reality that everyone near me, including myself, would soon be dead. At that moment I felt no emotion then everything sped up like a silent movie. First I was jolted by a massive explosion, then a ball of fire, and an ear-crushing scream. The room ignited into a kaleidoscope painting, then all I could remember was falling to my knees, then dropping like a rock through chaos and commotion, a flash of red light, then everything turned green. Darkness terrible darkness I could feel no more, I could not hear or see, all I saw was blackness, I could barely breathe. Every breath was painful, so very painful. I am slipping into a dream, no matter how hard I try I can not speak, I could only listen to the faint sound, the faint sound of my last heartbeat.
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 4:32 AM UTC
Nine Eleven
Something strange in the air flashed silver and red, I jumped as a plane flew towards our building. At that moment time moved in slow motion, faces in the pilots' window looked unwilling. I saw a man with arms widespread, and another with hands in prayer. Then the sober reality that everyone near me, including myself, would soon be dead. At that moment I felt no emotion then everything sped up like a silent movie. First I was jolted by a massive explosion, then a ball of fire, and an ear-crushing scream. The room ignited into a kaleidoscope painting, then all I could remember was falling to my knees, then dropping like a rock through chaos and commotion, a flash of red light, then everything turned green. Darkness terrible darkness I could feel no more, I could not hear or see, all I saw was blackness, I could barely breathe. Every breath was painful, so very painful. I am slipping into a dream, no matter how hard I try I can not speak, I could only listen to the faint sound, the faint sound of my last heartbeat.
© JDMaraccini 2013
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 4:32 AM UTC
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