A Sibling Bond Scarlett rested on a tree branch, swinging her legs back and forth. She looked around the snow covered forest while she waited for someone; her older brother James. He had forgotten something at home and went back to get it really quick. A formed on her lips when he came into view. She was about to call out to him when he was close enough to hear her clearly when something cold hit her in the face. With a yelp, she fell off the branch backwards and landed on her back. Her foot became entangled in some sticks on the ground. She sat up and brushed the cold substance off her face. She looked down and discovered it was snow. James was laughing as he got closer.A Sibling Bond14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I wish I had a camera, you should have seen your face." He continued to laugh.
"Glad you found it amusing." Scarlett said. She struggled to get up because of her stuck foot.
"Need some help?" James asked.
heaven.I wondered tonight as I wandered besides the sea, the sky shrinking and the moon casting a pastel glow against the waves. I wondered as to whether this was heaven, a long sandy beach, quiet at sundown, ragged and beautiful.heaven.16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
So I stood for a while until the waves lapped over my boots and I remembered soon, the tide would come in and sweep me away.
And then I contemplated instead upon whether heaven could really exist and if it did, could it ever be truly perfect?
Compton Bay, 28.10.14
BunnyWhen he called my name and asked me to come and sit up on his lap, patting his knees with that funny smile of his. I had been busy tapping the glass on the office aquarium and I watched as the fish came at me, then turned and scattered like leaves in the afternoon breeze.Bunny14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Funny the things you remember. I remember the fish tank and the purple shirt that I was wearing, but I don’t remember how I got there or what I was doing before that that day.
I turned and ran to papa and sat on his lap; I could still smell the smoke on him from a cigarette that he must have had before this whole event. He always smelled like smoke and I became accustomed to it, even enjoying it at times. His kisses were wet, and I complained when he would kiss me and wipe them off with the back of my small, ungraceful hand.
I remember looking around the waiting room, wondering at all of the sad faces sitting there. I remember that one man in particular was sitting crossed legged on the floor, the way that they