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sister sister
#WritcoStoryPrompt41
The mirror loomed over them as they traversed the hallways of the abandoned mansion. It was rumoured that no one came out alive from it...
Creeeeak
The old wooden boards creaked so loudly with each step that it could wake the dead.
Shh...
The one sister motioned with an airy whisper to the other. Her spitting image nodded as they glided on, careful not to make a sound.
The boy and girl walked hand in hand stepping on the old floorboards with their tippy toes. The sister was scared and quivered at the slightest sound. Her brother had a serious frown but one could tell—by the thin layer of sweat on his brow—that he was not unaffected.
She was tired and scared but her brother was determined to find what they came for.
"Brother" she whispered after they exited yet another empty room "son of my mother, I'm tired"
He whispered back in an agitated manner "Wait a while sister we will soon flee... this place does not suit either of us, but you know we can not leave yet"
At this, the girl kept silent and trudged behind her brother.
Sister one turned to sister two with a frown. Sister two shook her head.
Fools.
she whispered
The evening light soon faded and through a hole in the roof, a pale moon cast its alabaster glow on the house. The shadows were getting longer and the tiny sister sidled closer to her big brother. But even then, there could only be so much courage in a ten-year-old.
"brother of mine when will we find what second mother sent us... I wish to leave" the girl whispered, her stomach hurt and she could feel liquid trickle down her dirty shorts.
he forgot to whisper"Don't trouble me so... you know second mother won't feed us until we obey...she said—and you heard her say—to search and not come back until we found her a fallen star"
...
The mirror loomed over them as they traversed the hallways of the abandoned mansion. It was rumoured that no one came out alive from it...
Creeeeak
The old wooden boards creaked so loudly with each step that it could wake the dead.
Shh...
The one sister motioned with an airy whisper to the other. Her spitting image nodded as they glided on, careful not to make a sound.
The boy and girl walked hand in hand stepping on the old floorboards with their tippy toes. The sister was scared and quivered at the slightest sound. Her brother had a serious frown but one could tell—by the thin layer of sweat on his brow—that he was not unaffected.
She was tired and scared but her brother was determined to find what they came for.
"Brother" she whispered after they exited yet another empty room "son of my mother, I'm tired"
He whispered back in an agitated manner "Wait a while sister we will soon flee... this place does not suit either of us, but you know we can not leave yet"
At this, the girl kept silent and trudged behind her brother.
Sister one turned to sister two with a frown. Sister two shook her head.
Fools.
she whispered
The evening light soon faded and through a hole in the roof, a pale moon cast its alabaster glow on the house. The shadows were getting longer and the tiny sister sidled closer to her big brother. But even then, there could only be so much courage in a ten-year-old.
"brother of mine when will we find what second mother sent us... I wish to leave" the girl whispered, her stomach hurt and she could feel liquid trickle down her dirty shorts.
he forgot to whisper"Don't trouble me so... you know second mother won't feed us until we obey...she said—and you heard her say—to search and not come back until we found her a fallen star"
...
