These are some notes I felt I had to add to explain... well, to explain the feeling of this story.
Yesterday -- September 11, 2001 -- I stayed home sick. At 11 a.m., I dragged my lazy butt out of bed and crawled towards the medicine cabinet for my Sudafed. Snuffling through my cold, I retreated into the living room and turned on the TV, ready to watch my usual sick-day shows: Maury, Jenny Jones, and that all time favorite, Jerry Springer. I was greeted with a Spielberg-esque explosion; a huge building just shook, and then slowly started to collapse. A jet plane stuck out of the side, still smoldering. My first thoughts were, "What a stupid movie." Honest to God. It took me thirty seconds to realize that it was on every channel -- that it was not a movie, the plane was not a prop, and the World Trade Center buildings really were being destroyed.
With nothing else to do, I prayed and went back into my bedroom. After a little while, I sat down at my computer and brought up my most recent unfinished fic -- "End of the World" -- and started to write. I wrote four pages in the period of 5 and a half hours. My writing came in short little bursts, and besides -- I had to watch the news. After a while, it became too depressing and I switched to Cartoon Network instead.
Yes, the ending of "End of the World" is rather dark. I had intended it to end that way, but after the carnage I stared at all day long, I think the angst took a deeper turn than I thought it would. Many instances in the last few paragraphs -- for instance, "God was elsewhere" -- are my own opinions on yesterday's tragedy. And another example, when Olivia puts her hands over her mouth and says "Oh God. Oh my dear God.", that was my exact reaction when I turned on the TV to see the WTC collapsing and the Pentagon in flames.
And, on a happier note, I'd like to thank all my friends who put up with me while I wrote this. Thanks for your feedback and for just reading: Kelly, Mo, Amanda, Brandon, Rachael, Jackie, and David.
In conclusion, I would like to dedicate this fic to all those who lost their lives in yesterday's horrible tragedy. I know this has absolutely no relevance whatsoever to what happened, but I feel I have to do something. ...yes, this is a sucky something, but it's something.
Good luck to all and God bless.
Yesterday -- September 11, 2001 -- I stayed home sick. At 11 a.m., I dragged my lazy butt out of bed and crawled towards the medicine cabinet for my Sudafed. Snuffling through my cold, I retreated into the living room and turned on the TV, ready to watch my usual sick-day shows: Maury, Jenny Jones, and that all time favorite, Jerry Springer. I was greeted with a Spielberg-esque explosion; a huge building just shook, and then slowly started to collapse. A jet plane stuck out of the side, still smoldering. My first thoughts were, "What a stupid movie." Honest to God. It took me thirty seconds to realize that it was on every channel -- that it was not a movie, the plane was not a prop, and the World Trade Center buildings really were being destroyed.
With nothing else to do, I prayed and went back into my bedroom. After a little while, I sat down at my computer and brought up my most recent unfinished fic -- "End of the World" -- and started to write. I wrote four pages in the period of 5 and a half hours. My writing came in short little bursts, and besides -- I had to watch the news. After a while, it became too depressing and I switched to Cartoon Network instead.
Yes, the ending of "End of the World" is rather dark. I had intended it to end that way, but after the carnage I stared at all day long, I think the angst took a deeper turn than I thought it would. Many instances in the last few paragraphs -- for instance, "God was elsewhere" -- are my own opinions on yesterday's tragedy. And another example, when Olivia puts her hands over her mouth and says "Oh God. Oh my dear God.", that was my exact reaction when I turned on the TV to see the WTC collapsing and the Pentagon in flames.
And, on a happier note, I'd like to thank all my friends who put up with me while I wrote this. Thanks for your feedback and for just reading: Kelly, Mo, Amanda, Brandon, Rachael, Jackie, and David.
In conclusion, I would like to dedicate this fic to all those who lost their lives in yesterday's horrible tragedy. I know this has absolutely no relevance whatsoever to what happened, but I feel I have to do something. ...yes, this is a sucky something, but it's something.
Good luck to all and God bless.