Twin Tower Descriptive Writing

Puffy clouds were floating on the radiant blue sky. The murky, sticky air surrounded the peaceful New York. Contaminated ominous smoke belch out from skyscrapers across the river. Rigid cement was about to melt down, animals stayed underground and people began sweltering as if they were the farmers below the fierce sun. Smoothly, the breeze danced over the resting people sitting on the wooden wall nearby Hudson River. The day was quiet as the grave to a wonder. The clear blue sky contrasted itself from dark, filthy smoke trying to push itself away from the active city.

Adhesive sweat stuck into his indigo shirt and bulky footgear fastened the heat that wants to escape. The beaming sun cannot be shielded by sunglasses and he frowned his face. Immediately, the thought of baseball game
Immense amount of smoke escaped the building. People on the tower desperately cried for help. Standing precariously, the twin tower seemed to collapse. Everyone knew that this was the end of their story. Unwittingly the fire, approached a man in the 92nd floor, spouting its roar. At the very last minute, he hurriedly called his family and friends saying he loved them. He strode towards the window assuring this was the best way in this situation. Tears of sorrow hit the ground. The chattering between friends have disappeared abruptly as they became aware of the explosion of the twin tower across the river. Simultaneously, all five of them rotated their body to see the saddest tragedy by their eyes thinking the terror in front of them was unbelievable. Their jaws cannot be adjoined and their eyes gradually increased as if they would fall off at any moment. Everyone could not avert their eyes from the tower. Kept saying exclamations, they exchanged their glances nervously. No one believed what has been happened exactly. Trying to believe this was a dream, a second plane overwhelmed another