Descriptive Writing About 9/11
The Fallen
It is a beautiful day in New York City. You can hear a symphony of sirens and songbirds as the sun’s radiant beams dance among the clouds. There are people everywhere laughing and enjoying the day. Suddenly everything changes. Then the sound of a deafening explosion echoes through the air. A plane has just struck one of the infamous Twin Towers. Fire is blazing above as thick clouds of smoke roll out of the top of the North Tower. Another thunderous blow shatters the atmosphere.
Then, a second plane barrels into the South Tower. Confusion spreads across the faces of the bystanders witnessing the horrific scene. Firefighters and first responders rush into the buildings in effort to distinguish the fast-spreading flames. Debris and
bodies fall from the sky and crash into the ground below. The media covers every second of the attack. No one knows what’s happening for sure and watch as the situation worsens. The South Tower crumbles to the ground. All that is left of it is ash and rubble. The people below start running for their lives as a mass of gray ash and smoke advance towards them, threatening to swallow them whole.
My second cousin Jen White keeps trying to call her husband, Teddy, but can’t get a hold of him. He is a firefighter who took a shift for a friend so that he could be with his daughter for school. Little did she know, her husband was in the South Tower when it came crashing down. It was hours before my family heard the news. My grandmother was the one to call us about her nephew-in-law. My family was devastated by the information, especially since he left behind his young daughter named Taylor. He is one of the missing. His body was never recovered, but he still remains a hero in our hearts.
It is a beautiful day in New York City. You can hear a symphony of sirens and songbirds as the sun’s radiant beams dance among the clouds. There are people everywhere laughing and enjoying the day. Suddenly everything changes. Then the sound of a deafening explosion echoes through the air. A plane has just struck one of the infamous Twin Towers. Fire is blazing above as thick clouds of smoke roll out of the top of the North Tower. Another thunderous blow shatters the atmosphere.
Then, a second plane barrels into the South Tower. Confusion spreads across the faces of the bystanders witnessing the horrific scene. Firefighters and first responders rush into the buildings in effort to distinguish the fast-spreading flames. Debris and
bodies fall from the sky and crash into the ground below. The media covers every second of the attack. No one knows what’s happening for sure and watch as the situation worsens. The South Tower crumbles to the ground. All that is left of it is ash and rubble. The people below start running for their lives as a mass of gray ash and smoke advance towards them, threatening to swallow them whole.
My second cousin Jen White keeps trying to call her husband, Teddy, but can’t get a hold of him. He is a firefighter who took a shift for a friend so that he could be with his daughter for school. Little did she know, her husband was in the South Tower when it came crashing down. It was hours before my family heard the news. My grandmother was the one to call us about her nephew-in-law. My family was devastated by the information, especially since he left behind his young daughter named Taylor. He is one of the missing. His body was never recovered, but he still remains a hero in our hearts.