General

Brother you are the mirth that brings oxygen to my soul; that cheeky joy I need to breathe so deeply. There is so much comfort in being with you, a kind of rest that's pure.

General

Edwin eats food like it's going out of fashion and spends half his life in the gym. Now that his teenage spots are gone he's got girls lining up to date him. At home he's my nemesis, poking fun at me morning and night. No embarrassing secret is untouchable; he fights hard and dirty. But at school he's my big brother, the one who shut my bullies down when the teachers did crap all. He walks me to class everyday so those jerks can see he's still got my back. He says he's still doing it even when he goes to college next fall. Brothers, eh? Worst enemy and best friend all in one neat package.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 19, 2014.
General

Brother, you are my safety, please stay. Brother you are my shelter when the storm winds rise to fever pitch. Brother you are the one my heart relies on, runs to. As your sister in this life I owed you more than I gave. I will learn to be more like you. I was broken and you picked me up, kissed me, as brothers do. I was shattered and you put the pieces back together with tender love, as brothers do. I curled into you, felt your protection, as a sister does. Yet there will come a time when the roles will reverse. I see it coming like the lights of a distant train. So let me grow strong dear brother, strong enough to shelter you when your storm breaks.

General

I don't know what it is about Charlene, but she attracts disaster wherever she goes. She has car accidents, looses per passport while abroad and get's involved with low level criminals. She's the most soft and law-abiding person I know, but there's part of her that thinks she can rescue everyone if she just shows them enough love. I tell her she's stupid and she melts me with a grin that takes me back to when we were kids. She messaged me to say she's going to some soup kitchen tonight, more souls to rescue I guess, so I said I'm coming too. You should have heard her, she thought I'd "finally seen the light." But I'm not going to be some "every-day hero," I'm going to make sure she doesn't hand over her bank card and PIN to some homeless dude. And while that might seem harsh, it's totally in character for her to do it. I'm not saying she's dumb, just that if I don't protect her from herself she'll be the next one who can't pay their rent.

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Sometimes the memory of him makes me sad, little brothers can get you like nothing else. Max - fiercely loyal and overprotective, like I ever needed that. Me who got leniency from the cops and him who got the full whack of the law every time. But that’s white girls and brown boys for you, equal and separate under the law. I have to stop thinking of him now. The wish for him to be here fills me with such rage and bitterness that I think I will explode. One day I will grieve for him, but first I would have to accept he is really gone - and though I dug his grave myself there’s part of me that holds the memory back. There’s part of me that will never believe he won’t come bouncing around some corner to laugh at me for falling for this elaborate joke.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 9, 2014.

Found in Darwin's Ghost - first draft, authored by daisy.

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His eyes glistened in the moonlight whilst his hair was like a shadow, hiding him from the rest of the world. Even though he was distant, he was somewhat always there. My big brother watched over me like a hawk. The idea of him leaving in a few years would kill me but for now I lay my head on his bony shoulder. His laugh roared around the kitchen dining room and this would be the last time I would hear his roar, even my parents were surprised by this outburst.

By thelostandalone, March 10, 2015.
General

Our albino rabbit would be fox-food about five minutes after liberation, yet he dug under every fence we put around him. Escape to him was a duty, like some prisoner of war, but out there wasn't freedom. Our countryside is white for about a week each winter, the rest of the time he might as well hop about with a "come get me" sign about his neck. In his heart he was wild and free, fearless and brave; in reality he was short eared, mid-length furred and pink eyed. I doubt he had had the vision to see a predator from only meters away. My sister called him "Snowy," I just called in "Stupid" and put a layer of wire mesh at the bottom of his run. Now he just sits there looking sulky, but at least Alice won't be crying her eyes out again over his latest bid for great unknown.

General

Ben hopped from foot to foot, a clear head taller than his sister. In his hands he held her cookie, crumbs still decorating his lips from his own. His face was once of pure glee, his eyes alight with the kind of pleasure born of mischief. "Finders keepers, losers weepers!" he sang out.

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It's no coincidence that brother and bother are one letter apart. Kyle sits back on the couch, his grin widening as my temper unravels. He gets this look in his eye as he pulls the last thread, like mother's just offered him the last piece of pie "because he's bigger." Yeah right. Before I can register what I'm doing I'm half way over the room with a bunch of fives aimed at his nose and mother is screaming. He waited for her to walk into the room before delivering that last snide, he must have. He dodges and holds up his hands like a little girl, conveniently hiding his smirk.

Fantasy / Paranormal

It's not that you were my brother before, it's that you will be in futures to come. So in this life, as crazy as this sounds, we can't be more than friends. I know that hurts you, that it makes no sense, but for those of us blessed and cursed with knowledge of many lives there are more things to consider. When I see your face I see childhood memories, ones that haven't happened yet. You are my most beloved, but never my lover. That's why we can talk about anything, trust so easily, love without reservation. You aren't my soulmate; you're my soul-brother. And so in this life you will stay far from me, never understanding why, always thinking me cruel. Though it hurts me too, I know this is the beginning and not the end.

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Around his shoulders was his baby quilt, worn as a cape might be, as if all those cosy memories of him and mama gave him superpowers. He had eyes that shined like pebbles washed by the ocean waves and a smile that ignited inner laughter in all who saw.