Sister
At that moment my life made no sense
I wanted to be alone
I felt more alone than I ever have before and ever will again
My family reached out to comfort me, but it was their words that broke me
Tears came easy to me as a child
I cried like a baby there and then
I was not ashamed and yet my first coherent thought
"I can't believe my teachers are watching this"
We fought like normal siblings
I thought we had more time to accept that we love each other
I never realized how much I needed my sister until she was gone
I have not shed genuine tears since she was buried
Nothing seems to matter as much as knowing the world goes on without her
Any memorable moment
Any great adventure
They happen because she would want me to live not just exist
For all the memories she can never make now
Never forgotten, with love
About the Creator
Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor6 days ago in Fiction
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