Wk 1 - Scene From 9/11 - short story Literature & Language Essay

Scene from 9/11
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Scene from 9/11
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It was a usual morning of Tuesday as the sun cut through the middle of the week and people were bustling around. Besides, no one had the time to brace for the deadliest impact in the American history that was going to turn everything upside down. I was among the unfortunate strollers who heard a roar gradually cranking up. It was nothing new for the city that is reputed to be the aviation hub until I caught a glimpse of the unusually low altitude of the flight. Before the onlookers deal with their "hows" and "whys", it crammed into the North Tower. All I could hear for a moment were frantic screams and people rushing away from the site in flocks.
It took me some time to believe what I had precisely witnessed. I wished it were a dream. If not, I wished it to turn into a dream somehow. After five minutes of sheer emotional conflicts, I came into terms with the fact that WTC was in danger. From a safe distance, other onlookers and I could see un-survivable free-falls of dozens of people stranded in the building. In a matter of minutes, the dead-bodies of jumpers had littered the surrounding of the building.
A young-man standing beside me murmured, "Apocalyptic". I seconded him by nodding. He said, "Never in my life, I had even imagined something like that, let seen alone." I nodded again as I had lost the energy to add anything to his remarks. We all thought that nothing worse can ever happen until another rumble struck my eardrums and soon turned into the roar. Just like the replay of what had happened, from nowhere, another gigantic appeared and hit the Southern tower. It was hard to believe what was going around.
Again, all we could do was to helplessly witness another jumping-spree. For the first time in my life, I got to the point where I would question the meaninglessness of life. "Is that all! You fall from such a height and get reduced into nothing", I reflected seeing the bodies from the height (and the souls travelling opposite). There were many questions in my mind with no answers.
After the second strike, I saw people had scattered fearing that they might be in for another shock. Drenched in tears, an old woman asked, "What do you think it is all about"? I wanted to pacify her, but the thing that was troubling her had already inundated me. At best, I could help my hands to tap on her shoulder. All her blood rushed to her face as she clenched her fist and then threw her hand away in utter helplessness. Then, came the moment that would dwarf everything that we had experienced by that time. Yes, both the towers crumbled and reduced into rubble (hard to believe). Within the matter of a few minutes, the skyline of the city relocated to its 20 years old position. Besides, it seem...