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Thank you! I find it funny that I could match your answers to your names if I didn’t know who was answering. XD Just based on things you’ve all said in the past.
Sure! I was really tired when I asked the question; it was midnight. Quite stupid of me to not give the specifics. It is a relationship between a young adult sister and her twelve-year-old brother. The story is new and their personalities are in development. There aren’t any side characters yet and their family is also not defined yet.
Even when I ask something vague, I feel like the answers are still useful because they let me think out-of-the-box. Especially in the planning stage.
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*poof of glitter* I did it! I finally got back in!
Ok, I love this question, and your story idea sounds great. As you said you like the vague, slightly unconnected answers too, I’ll go ahead and try to figure out my favorites, whether they match or not.
I love the siblings as best friends, maybe growing closer as they face life together. (Twin mentality, lol) I love special codes, conversations snuck past bedtime, sharing bites of desert, swapping things they don’t like (I like banana peppers, but you like pineapple. Wanna trade pizzas?), story worlds created in play, and going on adventures together. I love the extraverted-introverted duos, the crazy, daredevil sibling trusting his steadier sibling to keep trouble from swallowing them both, and the gifts that don’t make any sense to anybody else but have a whole story behind them. I love reconciliation stories, the each watching the other’s back stuff, and when there are little things that bug them each about the other, but they learn to work past it. Duos of note, Jimmy and Donna Barklay (AiO), Lily White and Ivy Green (A Portrait of Loyalty), The Pevensies (Narnia), The Erolsons (Wilderking Trilogy), the O’Malley’s (O’Malley Series) the Marches (Little Women), the manse kids and the Blythes (Rainbow Valley and Rilla of Ingleside), and Longpaw and Sepia (Mistmantle) Also Natan and Dov, which I shall explain in detail because theirs was unusual to me.
In Brother Enemy has one of my favorite slightly unhealthy sibling relationships. Basically, two brothers are separated, but find each other years later (WWII). The older one is roughly seven(?) years older, a young man with a deeply bitter heart and a mindset that refuses to admit loving anything as a defense… and is basically what the younger almost ended up as but for God’s intervention. The two fight about everything from religion to which resistance groups are better, but they grow close as each begins to heal from their past trauma. (Even fighting for fun??) It tore my heart out, but won my loyalty, despite the fact my older sister thought the one brother was a creep. XD In that situation, each brother felt duty bound to protecting the other, even if all they shared were their earliest childhood memories.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
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Sounds like a sweet dynamic! This helpful bit from an article came to mind: siblings more than five years apart are more like only children than the typical oldest, youngest, and middle stereotypes. The article phrased it as the birth order “resetting” every five years. Of course, the oldest child will still have to share things, and more than likely be responsible for taking care of their younger sibling, but they’re not necessarily growing up together in the same way that close siblings would."Don't shine so that others can see you. Shine so that through you, others can see Him." ~ C.S.L.
Hiiiiiii everyone!!
*drops a random scene from my wip (which I’m rewriting for the third time)*
You get no context other than that I’m really happy with how this scene turned out, and I thought I would share it. XD
*disappears*
Blaine looked up.
“Hey mama…”
There was no need to say anything. A gunshot rang through the air, and then another. Elia stood up instantly. She turned off the living room and kitchen lights, locked the doors, and grabbed Blaine’s hand, “Where are your siblings?”
They hurried from the living room, down an adjacent hall, which was lined with four bedrooms. Elia rushed to the bedroom door at the end of the hall, where the siblings loitered. She counted them all in her head before turning out the lights and signaling for them to move, “Hey, to the hall. Now. Bryson, get a mattress.”
“What’s going on?”
“Our neighbors sound like they’re in an argument that’s not ending well.” All the Gretchen siblings knew Elia’s way of making situations sound better than they were. With her phone pinned between her ear and shoulder, she covered some of the siblings with a mattress, “Stay low. Bennett, Blaine, and you two girls—you all get in the hall closet.”
“Why are they yelling?”
“Wait for me, don’t leave me!!”
“We won’t all fit—” Braelynn’s voice broke, her jaw trembling as she tried to keep back tears, “Should we leave?”
“No.” Elia looked around. She felt Blaze tug on her shirt. She lifted him from the floor, holding him close, “No, then we’d be exposed.”
Blaine balled up tightly, knees to his chin, as he sat in the doorway of the closet, between the twins. He felt his heart thumping hard… like it was going to leave his chest. He looked up, “Is daddy going to stop them?”
“Daddy’s an elite warrior.” Brayden pulled Blaine’s face closer to himself, “Elites don’t… they don’t do this stuff.”
“Who does?”
“The police, silly.”
Elia tapped them, “Be quiet.”
There was a moment of silence. Bang. Another shot rang out, sending a shiver down Blaine’s spine. The police would be here any moment. They would. His hands tightened around Brayden’s shirt, clinging as though letting go was a death sentence. The area became stuffy, and it felt like he could feel everyone breathing. It was as though the hall would swallow them… burying them in the mattresses and the darkness. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth.
Bristol pulled a pillow around her head tighter. She stuttered, “I t-thought daddy was a Banner S-Second?”
“He’s… he’s that too.” Brody’s voice cracked, his thoughts becoming too jumbled to give the clear answer he would’ve liked, “Daddy’s… he’s… the elite part means war stuff… not this.”
“I said be quiet!” Elia’s whisper was sharper than she likely meant it to be, but the siblings fell silent. She pulled Blaze to her, holding him tightly, “We must be silent.”
Blaine tensed as people in the houses all around them screamed. A bullet shattered a window somewhere. It carried on longer than it should have. He heard Braelynn whisper behind him through silent sobs, “W-Where are the p-police?”
They were coming. At least twenty minutes passed before sirens and police lights filled the area. Blaine could hear the police outside. He could hear boots, heavy against the porch. A few crisp knocks rattled the door. “Police department! If anyone inside can hear me, stay where you are!”
Blaine released a breath he’d been holding. The police came this time. He remembered the last time a shooting happened… it was down the street, and they didn’t come. People in Needslight knew the police were understaffed… so the chances of getting help in a crime-ridden neighborhood like this was fifty-fifty.
A few more moments passed before the policed knocked again, telling everyone that it was safe to come out. Following behind Elia, the Gretchen siblings crawled out of their hiding like bugs. They moved to the living room slowly, where a police officer stood by the opened front door.
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Oh.
That scene is scary.
I love the characters, the way they protect each other, making sure everyone is safe. The constant need to be silent had me on the edge of my seat.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
(Note to myself to read this later when it is not 2 am)
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I love the characters, the way they protect each other, making sure everyone is safe. The constant need to be silent had me on the edge of my seat.
Oh, I’m gladdd!! ??
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*happy squeal*
wa wawawa waaaa
@grcr That scene was so good! I was completely locked in after the first couple sentences. The world building with the understaffed police department is really interesting. I want to read more.
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@grcr wow that was intense! I could see it happening in my mind. It feels real. Great job!!
Maybe you could illustrate a scene of the kids hiding scared (with perhaps a door cracked open or something like that, and it has red and blue police lights shining through). That would be cool to see.
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
I’m going to regret this probably. This is not the kind of thing I usually write, but I wrote it earlier in November, after laying motionless in the grass in the backyard for like an hour. It turned out kinda alright. Idk
Skyfall
Lying in the grass, I look up to the plain space between us and the rest of the universe. A view of nothing which my brain helpfully labels as blue.
I search carefully, trying to find edges of the hue. Where does the sky begin? Is it up there? Past the trees? Or am I surrounded by its blue tinted fog in every place where my feet don’t meet the ground? Remembering the horizon’s blue mountains, I decide it is the later. I breathe in, and the sky fills my lungs, my eyes, and my brain.
I feel loose. Is there really any up and down when the earth is round? Top and bottom? Out and in? Maybe I’m hovering on the highest point of the super-round-up at the carnival, pinned in place only by the force of the spinning world. All the thrill and none of the nausea.
A star appears down there, in the blue. The first of the night.
My eyes lock on it and my head spins. Am I laying on the ground or dangling from it? I could fall, reaching for that star and catching it in my hands gently, like an autumn aphid, to ask it its name.
The dayfog clears, and more appear, swirling around. I lose my star in the swarm.
Time to come back, to call on gravity, and to regain my balance.
I stand, clinging to the earth with two small feet, and walk, like a bug on the wall, across the yard to my backdoor.
It’s starting to get cold out.
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That is really cool. I like it. It had me engrossed.
Thank you for sharing!
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That was lovely. Your descriptions are so pretty, and it’s such a tight piece of short fiction. Hopefully you don’t regret posting it anymore because we appreciated reading it.
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