siblings
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The Bracelet
Out of habit, Helena glanced down into the gutter. Whether she was making sure that she didn’t stub her toe on the curb, or that her skirts didn’t trail in the mud, or hoping that there might be a few pennies that some passerby had dropped and wouldn’t mind her taking, she no longer remembered: it was habit. However, it was, as she stepped off the trolley, she glanced down into the mud and saw, to her delight, a gleam of some metal object. She did not instantly grab it—she was too proud to let the trolley-man see her desperation—but stooped to retrieve it the moment the vehicle moved away. The object that came out of the mud astonished Helena so much that she nearly dropped it straight back into the mire: for it was not a dime or quarter: it was a bracelet. Helena looked at it closely as she stepped into the sidewalk, and with her blue, cold fingers brushed away some of the filth. Again she nearly dropped it, for there was no mistaking the glimmer of gold chain. Looking around, to make sure that no one had seen her, Helena quickly shoved the bracelet into the pocket of her rain-soaked overcoat and hurried down the street to her apartment on the third floor of Mrs. Manther's Boardinghouse.
By Saskatchewan Riley6 years ago in Families
The Inheritance of Marcus Thomas
The four siblings crowded into the small office of their father’s attorney. None of them looked at each other, each despised the other one. They had collected to see which of the four of them would inherit from their billionaire father.
By Sam H Arnold6 years ago in Families
One Goal That Changed Her World
It was a cold evening in November. The wind howled through the alley as Eliza rummaged through the bags in the now dark alley behind Emiliano’s. It was Friday, and she knew that there would be a large Ziploc bag of day-old spaghetti in one of the black bags in front of the dumpster.
By Missy Sorg6 years ago in Families
The Only Poem I’ll Ever Write
For a few seconds after I entered her apartment, it was like I'd stepped backward through time. As though it were just yesterday that Leigh and I were flopped out on that couch, watching corny sci-fi movies while binging on dill pickle chips and planning our next summer trip.
By Corrie Alexander6 years ago in Families
My Sister's Secret
My Sister’s Secret By Roxanne D. Hicks My older sister Leslie was a very cool person. She was gorgeous, popular, smart, and voted ‘most likely to succeed’. When she left for college, I was sophomore in high school. Fortunately, she chose a college in our home town so she didn’t leave home completely.
By Roxanne Hicks6 years ago in Families
My Sister’s Gift
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and smoothed down my dress. A month ago, I had stood in this same exact spot, praying for something life changing to happen to me. I wished that for once in my life, something extraordinary would happen. I didn't care whether it was a cash prize or a new career, but I needed something to break up the monotony.
By Alyssa Dawn6 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book Demon
I placed my drink on the coaster on the table in-front of the couch. I could hear the murmur of approval even though it'd be a ghost and I was no medium. I glanced at the paper will next to my can of soft-drink and sighed. I looked up to the sound of footsteps and Karli was focused on a shoe-box and barely on where she was walking. She bumped slightly into the kitchen counter on her way to the couch, gave the counter a dirty look and then found a seat next to me, placing the shoe-box on her lap.
By Kyah Merfrell6 years ago in Families
