Brothers Keeper_Grandma's Footsteps_The hunt._The Bird Who Was Tied
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Brothers Keeper
Life at that moment seemed to stop. How could she do such a thing? Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever thought my sister was capable of hurting me in such a way. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.I walked into the two-bedroom apartment I shared with my sister. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it held all the necessitates. There is a bedroom for each of us, a bathroom, kitchen, and small living room just big enough for a couch and t.v. Our parents were never around much growing up, so my sister and I looked out for each other. We are very close, and I’d lik...
Grandma's Footsteps
The fan creaked back and forth, setting the curtains aflutter with a light breeze. Even that felt warm. Sara groaned, pressing herselfwww.onedoor.cc into the slate-tiled floor, hoping in vain for a hint of the stony coolness she'd felt when she first lay down. She knew she should be working, but it was so unbearably hot. How was anybody supposed to be productive during a heatwave like this? She hated the heat. Every year she hoped the upcoming summer would be a cool one, and every year she was disappointed. Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself into a sitting position and looked up at the clock on the mi...
The hunt.
The man in the once black Metallica t-shirt looked up with a small smile as the bell to the music shop chimed with the opening of the door. In strode a girl with blue and green hair, a black face mask, purple coat and home made fingerless gloves. He nodded as she saw him and then walked around the shop, first looking at the guitars, tilting her head a touch at times to marvel at the craftsmanship. Or was it to look at the prices? Her hands reached forward for a moment towards the red and white flying v, fingers twitching in mid air then quickly retreating from the shiny body of the guitar.He k...
The Bird Who Was Tied
This is the last thing my mother gives to me before I leave. A bird, to be specific a pigeon, who was perched in a small, elegant but frightening cage. I ask her why but she nods her head and says “You will get to know if you look for it and understand.” I don’t argue with her or look for the meaning behind her little riddle. I just stick my lips and then put my head slightly to one side. I am way too exhausted now. Last week, had been the worst days of my life. I had cried all the days while I sniffed in the nights until my mother came and talked to me. Now I wanted to do nothing to make my l...