Week 4

Dear, sweet Kimberly,

Yes, your name would've been Kimberly. I would've been ecstatic the day mom would've given birth to you, to us. Though I wouldn't really be able to tell you or anyone else, I know you'll know I love you - we're twins anyway.

By the way, I'm your sister Katie.

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Hey Little Sis,

Tomorrow's my first day to school. I have pencils and crayons and snacks in my bag. I'm excited but I'm also scared. What if there are bullies there? I saw some on TV and they could be really mean. Good thing there aren't any bullies there in heaven - Mom said. At least you're safe. Wish me luck!

PS: Did you get the letter I sent you? Mom said that if I tie my letter in a balloon and let it fly, it'll reach you in heaven. Send me a reply as soon as you get it, 'kay?

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Dearest Kimmy,

It's our 8th birthday today! I really wish you were here, I wanted to celebrate with you. I miss you.

We'll come visit you after going to church. I'll light and blow 8 candles for you. Happy birthday!

Kim,

Ugh. Why did the zit god decide to play tricks on my face today? This is the worst day ever! Oh zits, go away! Prom's in a few days!

© la_sendi

Oh Kimmy!

Billy asked me to prom, can you believe it? (Yes he did, despite my zits. Wasn't that sweet?) I have to be beautiful on prom night. Do you think I'll get my first kiss? I'm jumping around my room this minute! I wish you were here to help me choose a dress and a do. Plus, we could've even worn matching outfits!

My dearest sis,

After years of studying, I finally got my diploma! I'm sorry if I got you worried the time I wanted to drop out of school. I just want to let you know you're my inspiration. This one's for you.

My Kimberly,

I'm getting married. His name's Mike, I work with him in the office. Oh Kim, I'm so happy that I wanted to fly up there and hug you tight!

And give you the wedding invitation myself. I wanted you to be my maid-of -honor.

I terribly miss you.

© Sparks68

Dear Sis,

Guess what? Mike and I are expecting a baby! I mean, BABIES! Yes, we're having twins! I'm filled with happiness Kim, but I'm also terrified.

Oh Kim, please pray for my safe pregnancy. I don't know if I'll survive if one of them dies.

To the little sister I never had,

Here I sit in your grave, the skies as clear as summer, writing yet another letter. I hope Kevin and little Kim's antics don't bother you much. Tell me though if they do; I'll lessen their TV time.

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I love and miss you, sis. I hope you never forget that.

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To The Little Sister I Never Had by KASH

Week 3

© kara o'keefe

Hector's every breath was a gust of despair, every blink a wave of remorse.

Sitting in his living room he can’t help but remember – and blame Laura for his miserable life.

Yes, it was all Laura's fault. Her amethyst eyes and glorious locks were culprits to a heinous crime - they made Hector fall in love.

Blue skies, a variety of flora in bloom – it was a lovely day in the spring of 1996 when they first met. Hector paid his mother a visit in the hospital and there was Laura: Dr. Laura Smith. With confidence he asked her to dinner; with a gracious smile, she refused.

That didn’t make Hector waver though. The following day, Dr. Laura Smith’s was surprised to find her office adorned with flowers, on her desk a teddy bear sat with “Press Me” on its tummy.

“Even if spring never withers, it still won't be able to compete with your radiant beauty,” it said when Laura pressed the little stuffed animal. “Will you join me for dinner?”

Hector came in holding a board that read “Please?” Amused, Dr. Smith accepted his invitation.

From friendly dates to movie dates to the first night they slept together - Hector fell more deeply in love with Laura that after a year of being together, he proposed to her. On the 26th of May, they vowed to love each other, a vow sealed with their ‘I do’s.’

Five years later, Hector sat in the living room where he and Laura used to plan their lives. Have children, have a day care – all of their plans were shattered the night Laura was shot dead by a lunatic who drowned himself by the river after committing the murder that crushed Hector's heart to pieces.

The day the faint tinge of Laura’s perfume that used to linger on her favorite chair faded, Hector broke down; it was like saying goodbye to her all over again. If only his great love for the woman would be gone as easily as how the waves leave the shore, he often thought.

If only.

Spring will never bloom for him again - and all he could do was count the tears the heavens shed on that overcast evening.

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Missing Spring by KASH

Week 2

5:00 AM

The alarm goes off and I hit snooze.

5:10 AM

My alarm snoozes and I get up with eyes closed. I sit in my bed and my feet freeze as they touch the cold marble floor; my bedroom slippers are hiding yet again under my bed.

I curse, this early in the morning.

Downstairs Mother is having breakfast. "Good morning," I say and get my morning kiss.

I take my seat, grab a cup of coffee and fix my eyes on the morning news on TV.

6:45 AM

All dressed, I stare at myself in the mirror: hair neatly put away in a ponytail, eyes tired due to sleep deprivation.

I grab my bag and leave.

7:15 AM

Traffic is sparse.

The bus takes its endless course from the bus station to its destination. Its passengers - a sales clerk, a college student and a bunch of businessmen and office workers - either make urgent calls, take a nap or imagining themselves as the lead in a music video of the song playing on their iPod.

I, on the other hand, stare blankly at space; I in slumber with eyes open.

8:30 AM

The university is as surreal as ever. As cars pile up and other students arrive, I hurry my self to class.

8: 45 AM

Everyone's exchange of gossip abruptly stops as the professor arrives. Everything then turns into a blur.

4:00 PM

I awake from hibernation.

After a few goodbye's I take the bus home. I sit at the far end and forget the world's existence.

And that of my own.

10: 45

Homework done and projects crammed, I prepare myself for sleep.

11:00 PM

Still breathing.

I feel like I'm dead but breathing.

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Routine. Existence. by KASH

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Week 1

© misswallflower

It was Monday when she first saw him and his goofy smile. It was just a smile, nothing special. She even believed that hers was far more charming. For her, it was nothing but a set of cavities spread underneath a red tint on ripening tomatoes. Well, not-so-red tint as a matter of fact.

It was Tuesday when he said hi for the first time. She looked back when he called her name and saw a brightly-lit crescent moon fixed on his face. She smiled back and thought how this moon can be so warm and inviting.

It was Wednesday when they passed by each other again. He was joking around with his friends, his smiles contrasting the cold, concrete walls of the School of Economics. When their eyes met, he smiled at her and so did she. His smile reminded her of the endless smiley doodles on her notes. That night, she found herself doodling more yellow smiley emoticons, adding glasses to each one.

It was Thursday when she felt excited to go to school. With the hopes of seeing him again, she wore a dress. She didn’t know how, but his smile was like Jollibee’s - the smile that made her smile when she was younger.

It was Friday when she found bananas quite sweet and addicting it became her favorite fruit. But then again, she thought, that no banana could match up with the sweetness of the smile of the person at the far end of the cafeteria she’d been staring at.

It was Saturday, after her make-up classes, when she saw him holding hands with another girl. The girl was petite and had fair complexion; she thought that the girl was too skinny and had crooked teeth. That evening, while she was reviewing for a math test, she suddenly closed her notes. She was reviewing about parabolas, and they reminded her of his smile. She hated math even more because of that.

It was Sunday when she stopped adding glasses on those smiley doodles. In her eyes, his smile was just a smile. Only that this smile was as sweet as her favorite Hershey’s chocolate.

It was Monday of the following week when she saw him and his goofy smile again. It was just a smile, but it was also something special. Hers was far more charming, but she can’t deny the fact that his had a certain charm.

She believed that the magic of Cupid’s arrow wore off, though. Or tried to believe at least.

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Week by KASH