روايات وقصص ضمن Sister Poems That Make You Cry Short

Nina's POV I am Nina Alfred, Jenny Alfred's younger sister and I escorted my Sister to her grave not quite long ago. People always think our initiative was different but...they were always mistaking. We dreamt to touch others' hearts by constructing a world In another world...and we were doing...just that. She put hers to writing while I do mine by voice. My favorite utopian songs warped to being so sorrowful since my sister and father died the same day. The world keeps waxen old and I never stopped crying. I still sing songs accompanied by a blubbering gaze. The trauma hit my mother hard that she only stopped crying after she get drowsy of tears, so she can continue later. She was in the po

"I know, I was the worst sister. I turned fourteen, you were eleven, beautiful in every way, and I was the elder sister, the lesser one. You got the man I wanted, and now, I have him, he's nothing but a shell, who gave his heart to you, and had it broken." "Look Fiona, this is me extending an olive leaf, you can either take it or throw it in the fire, I was a bad sister, I know, why do you think I am here? For years, I looked for home, a friend, wanted bestfriends, craved love, how blind of me, when you, my sister was there."

“You honestly think you had a shot with Alpha Derrick? You with your snap, crackle, pop wolf and sad longing? I was going to get rid of you from the moment I came here.” Something in me broke—the final shard of the life that had once been. Tears rolled down my cheeks as my mind fought to connect the dots between this Mona and the sister I loved. She hugged herself, giggling lightly at my disintegration. "Oh my! Look at you! I’m already crying... Kim, save it for the tears. This is only the start of your agony.” “You’re my sister,” I gasped. "How can you be so cruel?"

It had been one of the worst days of my life, and I wasn't sure how much more I could take. As I thought about Paris, my sister, who had been brutally murdered, I couldn't hold back the tears that began to flow. How could this have happened? Who could have done this to her? The image of her lifeless body flashed before my eyes, and I struggled to make sense of it all. The face of the corpse was so disfigured that I couldn't be sure it was her, but deep down, I knew the truth. My sister was gone, and I would never see her again. The grief and sadness welled up inside me, and I felt like I was drowning in an ocean of despair as I sobbed loudly.

I cried. Someone sneered from the crowd. “How can you even do that to your own sister? Girl, you are evil.”

No more worrying about who might be the killer. But all I felt was cold. --- At noon, I finally stood up. My legs were stiff, my back aching from sitting on the hard floor. I walked to the window and looked out at the campus. Students crossed the quad in groups, laughing, talking, holding hands. The lake glittered in the distance, blue and calm and innocent. The lake where my sister died. The lake where someone held her under until she stopped fighting. I pressed my palm to the glass. "I'm sorry, Alice," I whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't do this alone."

The rain outside intensified, as if echoing her sorrow. Lily clung to the photograph of her and Eskaal, her fingers trembling against the glossy surface. Her heart aches with the absence of her brother, and the reality of his death crashes over her like relentless waves. Lily’s whisper, pleadings grew louder. “I wish you were here, Eskaal... I wish I could have said goodbye.” As Lily continued to weep, her grief was a testament to the profound love she held for her brother, a love that now felt like a gaping void, a reminder of the irreplaceable loss that has forever altered her world.

“They deserve death and pain because of what they did to me… Because of my sister…” Tears brimmed the edges of her dark eyes as she fisted her hands. “They hurt me, day and night… And then, they killed my sister! How can I not want them to end?” The pain in her eyes finally made sense and my heart went out to her. I saw the way she tried to wipe off the tears quickly. I saw the way her body shook as she tried to swallow it all back… But she failed. “They should all die!” She cried, in a broken and bitter voice.

You don’t make me smaller, You don’t dim to let me shine. You stand beside me, shoulders strong, And somehow we both rise. They see the kindness in your smile, The brilliance in your mind. They don’t see the ancient instinct, That walks a step behind. You laugh with me in daylight, You guard me in the night. Soft as falling feathers, Fierce when all's not right. I’ve never had someone stay, Without wanting something more. But you stayed because you chose me, That’s what sisters are for.

Eyes blinded by my tears and body shaking with the sheer force of my emotion. "Colton, please...NOOOOO!! I beg you. Not her, please, stop..... don't hurt her........ Carmen, you're my sister. Don't give up. I need you too." I cry it so venomously it rasps and splices my throat with burning agony.