siblings

Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.

An Unusual Inheritance
Inheritance is a peculiar thing. It is an explicit expression of one’s own mortality. Conversely, it is also a means to impact those still living even after death. There were once two brothers, Edison and Elias. The first brother was deeply moved by the beauty of life, while Elias felt drawn to the less esoteric and found comfort in money. Both brothers disapproved of the others life, however the more sentimental of the two, Edison, had a secret. He knew that for as much as he loved this life and the incredible things he had experienced, that journey seemed to be coming to an end. Instead of being mournful of this loss, he decided to use it as an opportunity to reconnect with his brother, even if this reunion were to come after his impending departure. Edison bought a little black book, plain in appearance, and began to write in it. He began to fill it with tickets to all the places where he found the most happiness. The day finally came for Edison, as it eventually comes for us all.
By Matt 5 years ago in Families
April Holiday
Six months after the mass suicides April received a cardboard box full of her twin brother’s personal effects from the police. She ignored it for a week, things accumulating in piles around it on the counter as she tried to make sense of her sudden inheritance. She opened the box the same morning she stared at the sun. The six-shooter was inside, sealed up in an evidence bag with her brother’s name and case number written on it in black marker. March Holiday. March and April. They’d been born thirteen minutes apart on either side of midnight and Dad had always had a sense of humor. Mom didn’t make it. Happy Birthday. April Fools.
By J. Otis Haas5 years ago in Families
Emily's Eraser
The expression ‘to rub somebody out’ takes on a whole new meaning and one that has dire consequences. “I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!”
By Robert Taylor5 years ago in Families
The Doleson Estate
“You all know why we have gathered here this afternoon,” said Mr Battridge. The old solicitor looked over the table with a gravitas that suggested he was only practicing family law until a seat on the Supreme Court should become available.
By Garry Condoseres5 years ago in Families
My Sister, the Sin Eater
I sat down on the side of the stinking, brown-stained mattress and opened my sister’s diary. It wasn’t like I was expecting to learn much about her or her life or the tortured thoughts that had led her to a lifetime of her prioritizing her addiction to chaos over me, her only sister and last living relative.
By Kennedy Farr5 years ago in Families
Burning Questions
“...to be divided equally between my son, Robert, and my daughter, Jennifer… Finally, please burn the shoe box in my bedroom cupboard labelled ‘Tax docs 2014-2015’.”
By Mary Kiley5 years ago in Families
Are Twins Genetic?
Something people always wonder about is, “will I have twins this pregnancy. They run on my side and the fathers.” Which is a good question to ask. The answer is simple.
By Devon Renee5 years ago in Families
Healing by the Book
Laura’s fingers curled tightly around the opened envelope, crinkling it as her heels clicked against the hospital’s white tile floors. The hallways were familiar, too clean with dry air. She turned the corner and felt her blistered feet begin to drag. Her heart started to pound wildly in her chest as she drew closer to her destination. Fear and anxiety filled her thoughts flipping as quickly as an old film. She felt her throat tighten and she leaned against the wall to steady herself. ‘How am I supposed to tell him?' Laura choked, trying to compose herself.
By Matthea Pohl5 years ago in Families
My Dearest Daughters
“MMMCHT.” Sucking her teeth in disgust, Adolisa was furious. “I shouldn’t have come here,” she rambled as she sat in the car. Her sister, Chioma, had chased after her and was now banging on the door, pleading for her to come out. “Addy, wait a second,” she yelled. Adolisa, with watery eyes, shakes her head and pulls off.
By Brenan Okumu5 years ago in Families
Brother Bond
The cover was black and soft, a leather bound journal of the type found on many store shelves. The elastic band meant to hold the book closed had snapped at the bottom; it was being used as a bookmark. The ribbon was frayed on the end, the pages were stained with watermarks and signs of extensive travel.
By Artiste Syl5 years ago in Families
A.I.T.A. blackish edition.
Okay, this is one of those threads where I’ve got to ask a simple question: Am I the asshole? I’ll admit at the beginning that yes, I may have been the asshole, because maybe I should have found a different solution to my problem in this scenario.
By Anthony Anthem5 years ago in Families
Sometimes All That Glitters IS Gold
“What. Is. That?” Jenny leaned in for a better look, pulling her hair back to avoid getting it in the plate of fries in front of her.
By MPMace5 years ago in Families