Younger Sister Stories 소설 & 이야기

And one of them killed my sister. I closed the folder and pressed my palm against the place on my side where the pain lived. It pulsed once, twice, then settled back into its familiar rhythm. A second heartbeat. A countdown. Not yet, I told it. Soon. But not yet. ****** I decided to take a walk round the school to know the nooks and cranny of the so called Westbrook University. Walking back toward the library I saw the lake. It was beautiful in the afternoon light, blue and calm and innocent-looking. Students sat on the grass around it, studying, talking, laughing. Couples held hands on the pier.

I sighed and sat down beside him. "Pancakes?" He asked pushing his plate towards me. I shook my head. "No thanks." He chewed on the food quickly and happily. "So what did you hear yesterday?" I asked. He gleamed like he had been waiting for this question all his life. He gulped down a drink beside him. "Well, they are sisters," he said. I nodded to urge him on. "They spent their time talking about memories and childhood," he said. "I was starting to get bored, then the shorter woman, her name is Liz, and she is the older one. She started talking about a bedtime story they used to hear when they were children."

The seventeen year old girl giggled from the backseat of the car where she was sitting with her younger sister. The young one followed her suit and giggled as well, despite not knowing what her sister was rambling about. But seeing the older girl making funny faces at the painting of a boy with bright blue eyes, she had a good guess, and almost rolled her eyes at her elder sister. The younger girl was sometimes too smart for her age and liked to think she was smarter than her sister, who was behaving like a child at the moment.

“Your father knew them. They used to be best of sisters, and they used to live with the isolation.” “See, they are not as dangerous as you make them seem.” Kaela didn’t let me finish. “You need to let me finish the story, sweetheart,” I corrected her. She shook her head and leaned back. “So, at some point, the elder sister became angry with the younger one. The younger one was so much prettier, better, was loved by her parents, and she had more opportunities.” “Does that mean the other sister was ugly?” Kaela asked.

Brutal looking men were turning into even more vicious looking wolves everywhere you looked. Nora was already gone, swallowed up and protected by her new pack. Cassie was determined to get to her sisters. They came into this world during a war, and she refused to lose them during another one.

Louella said, defensively. “She still could,” the witch said as she walked up to Louella and took her chin in her hand. “Did you know that your sister can speak to ghosts?” When Louella shook her head, she added, “Soon, your aunt’s ghost will find her way to your sister. By then, your aunt will have remembered all and your sister will be told.” “My sister is in an asylum for the insane. No one will believe her,” Louella said with confidence. “Now, will you please help me? I can pay. Anything you ask. It’s yours.”

she said tentatively, reaching across the table to touch his hand. “I had an older sister,” he said. His voice was dreamy and his eyes faraway. “Seven years older than me, kind of like you and David. Her name was Jennifer. My parents liked names that start with J. Jennifer and Jacob. Jenny and Jake. She had really beautiful long dark hair, you know. It went all the way down her back. She used to steal cookies from the kitchen and take them into her room and make a tent out of her comforter between her bed and the desk. Then she’d call me and I’d come in her room and we’d eat cookies in the fort and tell ghost stories. I didn’t know a lot of ghost stories, though, because I was little. But sh

But even before she reached the kitchen she met her younger sister. "What happened, Sis Yassi? Why are you crying?" Yesha asked her worriedly. "Because of my dreams. I woke up crying but I can't remember what tearful dream I had," she said to her sister. She went straight to the kitchen and took an ice pack then placed it over her eyes. "You're weird Sister for dreaming like that. This has never happened to me before," Yesha commented before leaving the kitchen. "You will never experience this, Yesha. Because you can't go inside a story and fall in love with the character of the protagonist in the story," she softly replied to her sister even though she was no longer in front of her.

I was only two years older than him so he reached me in high school. "You're such a gossiper, aren't you?" I gave him a warning look but he only ignored it. I always had a hard time speaking to my brother. He always loves to tease me although I'm older than him. "Yey! Sister Sha has a crush. Is he handsome, Brother Sarge?" our youngest sister Selina who is in her last year in elementary school asked her older brother. "You are still young but you already knew those things," I scolded my youngest sister but she only laughed at me as if she is enjoying that I felt annoyed and uncomfortable in front of our parents.

He panicked, pulling me in closer, looking at me. "Its just that your Father mentioned you were just like her or something like that when he was all in here yelling and shit" Collin had a mouth full of a sandwich as he talked across the kitchen island. I adjusted myself in Trevors lap, uncomfortable with where the conversation was about to go. "She was my younger sister. Older than June, she was two years younger than me" "Was?" Trevor asked. I nodded, a tear welling in the corner of my eye. I wiped it away quickly and continuned