siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
Burnt Stew
Burnt Stew In an instant the crimson vase involuntarily hit the wall, thrown by enraged, red-haired 18-year-old Chelle. “I am not going to court tomorrow to testify against dad. The prosecution wants me to say things that will keep dad in jail”, she yelled at her older brother Liam as she hurriedly stuffed belongings into her small, worn suitcase covered with tattered stickers: ‘ABBA’, ‘Hell is Here’, ‘Be Kind’, and ‘Don’t Judge’ were but a few.
By Brent Rourk4 years ago in Families
My Big Brother
This story starts like any other. It starts with a girl with a great passion and fire. It ends with a girl who just completed her lifelong dream. Would you like to know what happened to this girl? Well, let's start from the very beginning. There was a baby born in the woods. Her mother and father named her Skyler because of the sky and the beauty it held. They all lived happily in a small hut in the woods. Skyler also had a big brother named Miles. Miles and Skyler ran through the woods, over the logs and under the branches through the breezy air. It always felt so magical soaring through the sky when they jumped into the pond. Skyler and Miles always had the funnest of times playing fighting with wooden swords and jumping from log to log. In the Summer sometimes they would even make a log bridge across the pond and balance across it. Skyler always thought it was amazing and so much fun, but after they got older, they stopped doing all those things. Miles had his own friends in the town and afterall, they were boys and they were mostly all his age. Skyler was at least 3 years away from him. One day, while the parents were all sitting around the fire inside, Skyler overheard them talking about sending Miles to the boarding school in the big cities. She ran to her room and shut the door so quickly you could hear it from outside. The little girl slid her back against the door and slowly slid down. Skyler folded her arms over her knees and put her head softly down as she cried. After about 5 minutes of deeply sobbing, she heard knocking on the door.
By Becca Glover4 years ago in Families
Stinkerbell
I can still remember my older sister’s eleventh birthday party. She and her little preteen friends sitting smushed together in a circle on the bench seats of my grandma’s barely functioning jacuzzi. Now, this was in the middle of my notable Tinkerbell phase, so I was hopping in circles in the center of the tub like a fairy rearing to send my five-year-old self into one of these girls’ laps. I don’t know whether it was because it was her birthday or because she was my sister, but I kept leaping into only her lap.
By Violet Toussaint4 years ago in Families
addiction
I am a 17-year-old who all I do is be addicted to social media, my phone, and my room it's like I don‘t care who I am surrounded but I should have known life can draw sometimes happiness and can draw sometimes sadness and it can cause sometimes depression
By jane smith4 years ago in Families
Why I Can't Buy You Smokes
My creative writing, where I find my solitude. The things I find most laughable, are all the things I'd once laughed at my parents for saying. They'd say I'd understand one day and boy they were right. Like how I couldn't understand why they never had time for video games. I was so encapsulated by these worlds of make believe created for me to explore where I was the strongest and best. I loved the hard tasks and doing things that were once thought to be impossible.
By The Passionate Autistic4 years ago in Families
THE LAST BALLGAME
“That was the best game we’ve ever had!” my brother, Frank said as he draped his arm around my shoulders. He couldn’t have been any happier and I couldn’t have agreed more as I stood on my toes, lifted my head, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. After taking off my glove and wedging it under my left arm, I rubbed the palms of my hands on the front of my pants to dry off the dampness the leather produced. Together, we walked off the field remembering how it all began.
By Margaret Brennan4 years ago in Families
