[Story] A work of fiction, part 1
July 28, 2011, 4:48 pm
I don’t remember the night we arrived here.
My s****r and I have always been close. Most people say twins have a special connection, and I’ve got to admit it’s held true. When she’s in pain, I can feel it, almost like a nagging feeling in the back of my head. She always knows when I’m upset and she knows exactly what to say to make it better. We’re identical, too—both of us are 5 foot 4 with long red hair and sparkling green eyes. I think she’s the prettier one, but nobody can tell us apart except by our choice in clothing.
When we had a choice, anyway.
We must have been d**gged at that Continue»
My s****r and I have always been close. Most people say twins have a special connection, and I’ve got to admit it’s held true. When she’s in pain, I can feel it, almost like a nagging feeling in the back of my head. She always knows when I’m upset and she knows exactly what to say to make it better. We’re identical, too—both of us are 5 foot 4 with long red hair and sparkling green eyes. I think she’s the prettier one, but nobody can tell us apart except by our choice in clothing.
When we had a choice, anyway.
We must have been d**gged at that Continue»
