Stories tagged “sisters”
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Scheduling Conflicts II
Sarah can’t help but look at me the same way she has for twenty three years: the cocked head, the squinting eyes, the shapes the muscles in her arms make in front of her chest. She is staring at my tattoo poking through the back of my ivory Maid-of-H...
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Seventeen (Part 1)
Kristin tucked her sun kissed blonde hair behind her ears and studied the models in her sister, Amy’s fashion magazines. Kristin sighed, there was Lana Spaccarotella, the “it-girl.” Lana had an exotic look: tanned skin, hazel eyes and long, aubur...
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Seventeen (Part 2)
Amy sighed and rolled her eyes. “Okay, like I know that these pictures are always airbrushed and Lana’s so totally anorexic, but still… I’d kill for legs like that,” Amy said as she brushed her hair. Kristin couldn’t believe what she had ju...
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They Survive
I have two sisters. One is very rich. One loves and one demands to be loved. My oldest sister never had much, never asked for much, and learned to be content with what she had. She lived on welfare between her long spans of joblessness. She never compl...
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soccer with my sister
My big sister is the soccer star in our family. The only reason I played was because my sister had begged and my parents thought that it was a wonderful idea. After all it made it easier for them: only having to drive back and forth from one place, hav...
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apple crisp day
Mamma’s inside, making dinner and an apple crisp for dessert. Sissy and I love apple crisp days because it means that we can breathe. Papa’s out here rolling with the hay. His hands, his strong callused hands, bending with the shovel and cranking e...
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Siren Song
The waiting around is the worst. The ships don’t come by as often as you’d think, especially in this economy, so there’s a lot of down time. And frankly, there’s not a lot to do when you live in a meadow on an island. We could s...
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Nobody Likes Moving
Nobody likes moving. Except every other member of my family, apparently, who have decided to make my “living hell” about leaving my friends and moving to Chicago a bit more “living-hellish”. For example, Ember is refusing, once again, to respec...
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Cain and Abel [incest challenge]
“Cain!” his name tumbles from my lips as I move against his body, asking for pleasure I know only he can give me. No one can love me like he can. “Oh, fuck, Abel!” His voice quavers, hanging in the air between us, above the melo...
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Eulogy From a Productive Member of Society
Here are the three things I know for sure about my late brother-in-law Joseph David Kepler: In twenty years I think I saw him sober three times. He was a terrible poet. And that overdose was no accident, and neither were any of the others. The brutal t...
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{Utopia}(.:Band Baby:.)
My next one is my sister, .:Band Baby:.. She has already told you how close we are, but I am happy to say it all over again. This may be strange, me being a twin and all, that I always longed for a friend that thought so much like me, that I could inst...
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Taking the Road Less Traveled by With My Sister
Locking arms together we stare down a path. “You ready sis?” She stares at me. Hope is glinting in her eyes. “I don’t know. Change isn’t easy for me.” I say back to her a little unsure. “We’re sisters tha...
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Phone Call From My Sister
“Can you believe it, Mom and Dad just bought me a new car!” …..
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Wrong!
High school is like the ocean. There are so many different life forms that you lose track of some. I’m that fish that no one can or wants to find. My existance in my school is only known through a student identification number and, believe it or ...
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Life's Not Fair
“Last time I went deer hunting I almost shot myself in the foot!! This is completely insane!!” An awkward silence follows my sisters outburst. She wasn’t very happy about our father’s summer vacation plan. “Why can’t...
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All in Fun and Games
“So you’re telling me that the popular social networking site, farout.com, has been taking personal information from its users and stalking girls by the pictures they post?” The man with a slightly serious nose nodded towards the tall...
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Introducing a Man Named Ryan Taylor
Meet twenty-nine year old Ryan Taylor. Ryan is a well-respected police officer. He secretly grieves every morning, on his toilet, of the coming day when his children start calling him “old man”. Although his crooked good-looks and easily te...
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Mother Finds All
From the left side of the car, the little sister whispered, “Do you think he’s found it yet?” Taking a quick glance at their driver’s clueless face, the older sister shook her head. “I don’t think so.” The car ...
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Ninjas Don't Make Things Better
A bleak, dull-faced man stood in front of three females, laughing and pointing at him. Sadly, his wife was the one laughing the hardest of them all. After everybody’s tears were wiped, introductions were made. The man gestured to the brunette on ...
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Who's the Real Winner?
“He won’t win officer of the year any time soon,” remarked the tall, older sister. The little sister turned her head slightly towards her sister. “It was 5 to 1.” They looked at each other and shrugged as their chains shoo...
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It's Not Just a Dream
His head throbbed with the force of a hundred-thousand hammers banging at his skull. As he lifted his head slightly from the cold ground, he saw blurry figures moving all towards two people. Dancing? No, he thought as the image cleared up. Fighting. Hi...
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That's the Funny Thing
Ryan Taylor jerked up from his hospital bed exclaiming, “What?” “What your boss is trying to tell you, bird brain, is that you got the wrong pair of sisters,” said the little sister as she walked in with her older sister right b...
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Introducing The End
Meet the Holmes sisters. They are both unique. They enjoy teasing people. They have also mastered every type of martial arts by the orders of their parents. However, what makes them alike also sets them apart. Terrow Holmes doesn’t mind being a s...
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Summer Is Better
Murder is more practical in summer than in any other season. Take the untimely demise of my late wife Marsha for example. Had I killed her in winter, spring or fall, she would surely have been instantly missed, because those are the seasons during whic...
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Autumn
They said I’d get used to the coffee. It’s been 27 years, 4 months, and 19 days. Sometimes I think the sargeant sticks a dead mouse in the machine. Not that anyone here in Homicide would notice. Coffee, doughnuts, and missing person reports...