siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
Unexpected Goodbye
One week every summer since I started university, I come and visit my mum. Our home has a very distinct comfort. It looks like a townhouse, red bricks with white window shutters. When you first walk in, you see the stairs that lead to our childhood rooms, to the right you see our small living room, and walking towards the back of our house is the kitchen. We also have a small backyard that we use during the summers to barbeque.
By Julia Maciel6 years ago in Families
The Delivery
At the door stood the fussy man in his waist coat and cravat, looking so out of place that Travis almost couldn’t believe that he was there. There was a burlap sack on the ground beside his polished leather shoes and exquisitely creased black pants. What must it have taken to keep a crease like that on such a long journey?
By Ethan Brown6 years ago in Families
Love Carmen
“Kai…Kai, you can’t lie around all day in the grass.” I rolled my head to the side to see my stepsister gliding towards through the tall weeds that grew along the outer skirts of the pond. Carmen was always looking out for me, making sure I did not get lost in my own world. I loved the realism of feeling the sun on my face, feeling the warmth rise even though I was lying flat on my back. I would listen to the willow trees wrestle in the wind and the birds singing their songs. Carmen’s words came through to me.
By Rebecca Jar6 years ago in Families
My mind
My mind The sun beaming through my window viciously, I pulled my covers over my head and hid, I still had a sharp and throbbing headache from a few days before, I just could not shake it. Drifting off again slowly into my sleep, I feel a foot . And Immediately went into nostalgia for a quick second. Like it was just an old memory. This was not just any foot, but my little brother Nathaniel’s foot. The crustiest foot you’ve ever seen, at least for a 10-year-old. I pushed it off course, but boy was that the end of my sleep.
By crystal john6 years ago in Families
One Heart
One Heart My sister’s hand was still warm as it remained intertwined with mine. It was the stillness that served as the harsh reminder that she was gone. Our parents tried to comfort me and one another, but I had yet to cry. I couldn’t focus on them right now; my eyes were transfixed on Kori’s hands. Her long slender fingers inside of my hand. The matching half heart tattoos we had on our left ring fingers. Being only 18 months apart, she was my very best friend. She had held my hand my entire life and I wasn’t sure if I could let hers go. Panic rumbled in the pit of my stomach with the prospect of leaving the hospital, leaving my sister here to be cold and lonely. A sob clawed its way out my throat. I couldn’t understand what had happened. Although, Kori had been diagnosed in childhood with congenital heart disease, she hadn’t told me about being ill. We told each other everything. We had no secrets, or at least that’s what I always thought. I asked her over Christmas break if she was okay because she kept getting tired and she reassured me that she was fine, she had started a new medication and simply had to readjust. I wasn’t to worry and when I suggested taking time off from school to stay until she felt better, she wouldn’t allow it. She reiterated the importance of staying with my studies, especially in my freshmen year. Since then, she had seemed her usual self on our FaceTime chats. Maybe I wasn’t paying close enough attention. I was in my freshman year at a college half way across the country that she had insisted I go to. I never wanted to be so far away from her, but she assured me that it would be good for me, that she couldn’t be my whole life.
By Chenequa Terrell6 years ago in Families
Fallout Shelter
During the summer when I was 9, I lived a house we rented at the end of a road in Northern California. It was a rental from some weird guy that sang in a band. Their favorite song to sing was that one about the lion sleeping in the jungle. He would sing when he came over to fix things on the house. There were huge pine trees everywhere. Squirrels running and jumping from branch to branch, occasionally bombing you with a pinecone knocked loose. Once a pinecone broke our patio table. Of course, our mom didn’t believe it was not me or my little sister that broke the table.
By Nicholas Bradd6 years ago in Families
