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Submitted by Orelli
I grab my sister's hand and pull her towards the cliff edge with me. She nods slowly in my direction. Then we jump.
Write the story leading up to, or going forward from, here.
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Papa lost his job at the mill after breaking his ribs in an accident. With no income and hunting season being over, we were starving. My sister Tilly and I struggled to walk around without our dresses slipping off our shoulders. Our only food was jam preserves, which Mama prepared for us before she died. We rationed them over several months.
No one in town was hiring for help as Tilly and I knock...
How long had we been falling?
I couldn’t answer that. Time seemed irrelevant as the wind whipped and lashed my ears in a roaring rage. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear, I couldn’t feel anything other than the chilling cold that clawed away at any semblance of simmering heat, but even though it was like being suspended in the loudest silence, I knew I couldn’t let go of her.
If we make this jump,...
“ it really is beautiful” I observed as the wind brushed the sweet smell of summer across my face. “this has always been one of my favorite spots of ours” my sister replied. The sunset was beautiful overlooking this cliffside that was a hidden gem, located behind a beautiful forest that seemed to radiate with magic in the imagination of two young girls. This oasis was a place that we could just si...
‘Ellie! Come here, see this’ I shout.
I look back out to sea from the cliff edge as Ellie begins to walk towards me leaving the rest of the gang back at the picnic bench, enjoying there beers. The hum of laughter and good times can be heard behind me.
The sun is low and glistens on the water like gold glitter. It’s beautiful. It’s warm and hazy. I feel so relaxed after the day of surfing with f...
My sister and I can never be together. It isn’t allowed; it’s forbidden.
No one can take care of my sister like I can. And no one can take care of me like her. This is just how it has to be.
Incest is the privilege of gods and kings. We must not dilute.
I’m married to a woman who isn’t my sister.
I have children. It doesn’t take away my love for her. I’ve told so many women that I love them, but...
Down into the unforgiving sea below. With no other option other than death we made the plunge to try and live, live even if it meant risking death. Though I suppose we’re dead either way our whole town thought we were witches and wanted to hang us in the town square.
And all of this because of a simple misunderstanding of the word rosemary, I guess people here havnt ever heard of spices or hair c...
Then we jump.
The force of the wind yanks my hair from its loose bun. Turning my face I looked into the face of my dear sister. Her eyes remained focused on the water waiting for us below.
The reality of our current situation shattered the calm I had felt before now. I could feel the scream itching to escape my throat and my mind raced to find a solution.
There was none.
There was no way out...
We fall silently to the waters below us, our bodies stiffend straight to minimize the splash. We go straight into the currents and are immediately pulled down stream. The shock of hitting the water and the temperature is more than enough to take your breath away, but I struggle to hold on as I drag my sister with me to the surface.
I swim upwards, still holding my sisters hand. I can feel her...
I am running. Running fast. I don’t know where I’m going, but I just need to get away. I run like my life depends on it.
Maybe it does.
I reach a dead end. A cliff. I look down. I can’t see the ground.
I sit on the edge, somewhat defeated. I catch my breath, wondering where else I can go. Is there anywhere I can go? I am a failure everywhere I go. Will this be any different? Will I be able to s...
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