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This is a short story written by me and i just wanted to share it with all of you.
My Sister, My Saviour.
By: Nooriya Jinia
Who knew the joyous day we spent together would come to such a dreary end. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of waves gently lapping against the shore. I uttered a silent prayer and hoped for the best.
I was mellow but Sheila was aggressive. She would go to any heights to save our family from our life of misery. I inhaled the salty scent of the breeze and was reminded of the time where I was being bullied by the boys across the street and my sister had arrived like a shield and saved me from every single one of them. After so long, we decided to spend a day together at the newly opened, 'Honeyhill Carnival', with permission from our parents of course.
However, like always, nothing good lasts forever. The loan sharks were back again and pestering us for more money than we had taken from them. The threatened me with their knives as my saviour came for me and put her life at risk, all just for me. Then, like a flick of a wand, Sheila was slashed. Her body lay in a pool of blood in the middle of the carnival, where families came to enjoy. Many shrieked at the gory sight but I stood there with nothing left to say as the loan sharks took the opportunity to escape.
It had been a six months now but the memories of this incident still stay fresh in my mind. Sometimes, I still wake up in the middle of the night, convulsing, as the repitition of the events replay themselves in my mind. I will always love you Sheila, my sister, my saviour.
Feel free to comment/criticize! :)
😊
This is a short story written by me and i just wanted to share it with all of you.
My Sister, My Saviour.
By: Nooriya Jinia
Who knew the joyous day we spent together would come to such a dreary end. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of waves gently lapping against the shore. I uttered a silent prayer and hoped for the best.
I was mellow but Sheila was aggressive. She would go to any heights to save our family from our life of misery. I inhaled the salty scent of the breeze and was reminded of the time where I was being bullied by the boys across the street and my sister had arrived like a shield and saved me from every single one of them. After so long, we decided to spend a day together at the newly opened, 'Honeyhill Carnival', with permission from our parents of course.
However, like always, nothing good lasts forever. The loan sharks were back again and pestering us for more money than we had taken from them. The threatened me with their knives as my saviour came for me and put her life at risk, all just for me. Then, like a flick of a wand, Sheila was slashed. Her body lay in a pool of blood in the middle of the carnival, where families came to enjoy. Many shrieked at the gory sight but I stood there with nothing left to say as the loan sharks took the opportunity to escape.
It had been a six months now but the memories of this incident still stay fresh in my mind. Sometimes, I still wake up in the middle of the night, convulsing, as the repitition of the events replay themselves in my mind. I will always love you Sheila, my sister, my saviour.
Feel free to comment/criticize! :)
😊
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