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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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As we feel the wind rushing past us, I think about how freeing it feels. The complete weightlessness, all the stress and pressure melting away. I feel no fear. There is only relief as the water rapidly approaches. Finally we will be set free. I send a prayer to the goddess to guide us home.
When we hit the water I have a flash of pain and then nothing. From that height thankfully it was quick, hop...
We fall and fall. We fall so long it feels like we’ll never reach the portal in the water below us. God I hope Lahyr was right about this magic stuff. He has to be right. Right?
Finally, we hit the water, or the portal? I’m not sure if it’s one or the other or both at the same time, but whatever it is, we hit it. As soon as I hit it my body feels warm, then cold, and I feel electricity zing my s...
At first, it doesn’t quite hit me—the extent of the damage that will come from our actions. For a moment, as I look out at the beautiful landscape, brightened by the moon’s warmth, with a cinematic rush of trees calmly bristling in the wind, it feels as if time has stood still. There’s a lightness in this experience that I haven’t felt before, like the air brushing softly behind my ears. I wonder,...
“This is stupid, Madison.” Chloe complains as I take a few more steps toward the cliff edge. I look over my shoulder and grin.
“Oh come on, Chlo, it’s gonna be fun.” My little sister gulps and peers over the edge. She looks back up at me. She was fiddling braiding her long sandy blonde hair and biting her lip.
“Maddie, I don’t want to. Why are we even doing this?” I smile and shrug.
“Why not?...
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...
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