Hire
Writers
Editors
Home Tour About Read What's New Help Forums Join
My Account Login
Shop
Save
Support
E
Book
Store
Learn
About
Jesus
  



The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge

BACK TO
CHALLENGE
MAIN

INSTRUCTIONS

how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level

ENTRIES

submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners



Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.





TRUST JESUS TODAY

TRY THE TEST



Share
how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Sibling(s) (05/01/08)

TITLE: Loving Revenge
By Noreen Ophoff
05/04/08


 LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
 SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
 ADD TO MY FAVORITES

On a sunny July afternoon, Beth and Kimmy were playing Hide and Seek in the yard around the farmhouse. Kimmy hid in the little space between the corner of the house and the mock orange bush, and waited. Beth ran right in front of her, but kept going. Kimmy heard the clanking of the chain of a swing on the swing set, and called out, “Hey, aren’t we playin’ anymore?”

Hearing no answer from her sister, the youngster crawled out to see bratty Beth grinning at her, but obviously not looking for her. Fuming, Kimmy trotted into the garage, grabbing the straw broom. Running out of the side door she swung it at Beth, and missed. The older girl ran for the back porch with Kimmy right behind her, yelling names at her. Just as Beth reached the top flat part of the porch, Kimmy caught up with her swinging the broom down flat on her head. The thrust of the broom snagged the strip of sticky fly paper, full of dead flies and moths, depositing everything onto Beth’s newly permed blond hair.

Kimmy dropped the broom and scooted down the driveway, with a quick jump she skimmed over the fence and headed for the lane to the cow pastures and woods. She heard the shrieks of her sister behind her but didn’t stop her sprint.

Their frightened mother came running up from the basement where she was packing eggs, expecting to see blood or broken bones. She covered the urge to laugh, and got the shears to remove the sticky, dirty, tangled mess, to restore her eldest daughter’s sanity and dignity.

At supper that evening, Beth’s rage had lessened only slightly. After all, when the entire story came out, Mama said the blame rested partly on Beth for just ending the game without telling her little sister. When two pieces of roast beef remained on the platter, Beth spit on each of them to claim them as her own so neither Kimmy nor brother, Steve, would take one. Mama and Papa didn’t like this little practice, but it did work.

All seemed forgiven the next day, as Beth was doing an assignment for her 4-H Foods' Project. She was mixing a milk drink. One she previously made with milk and grape juice had been very good, so when Beth asked Kimmy to try this new concoction, the trusting six year old said, “Sure.”

Beth placed two red striped straws in the thick brown drink. Kimmy didn’t ask what was in it but she knew it wasn’t chocolate because she was allergic to that. The girls sat on one chair at the kitchen table sipping. Kimmy thought it tasted like chalk, but Beth was drinking it and smiling at her, so she kept on too. Finally, several minutes later, Kimmy sucked the last drops from the bottom of the tall glass, with the usual slurping sound. That’s when Beth started to laugh. Kimmy asked, “What’s so funny?” Through loud cackles, the budding chef sputtered, “That was disgusting and you just drank it all.”
Kimmy stared at her older sister, who replied, “I just made the liquid go up and down the straw to make it look like I was drinking. Ha ha ha ha ha ”

********************************************************************************

Fifty years have come and gone since these and other life episodes-–some planned pranks, some double dares, and some by perfect accident. We still laugh about them and every chance we get we continue our loving revenge with an unexpected spray from a garden hose, a sneak up from behind, or a well-placed bit of waxed paper in a sandwich, for that needed extra fiber.


The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be right now. CLICK HERE

JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.


This article has been read 292 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Verna Cole Mitchell 05/08/08
This is a delightful story. You've reminded me excellently how much fun it is to reminisce about growing up with sibling.
Jan Ackerson 05/08/08
This is delightful, and I love the contrasting terms in your title.

Take a look at your second paragraph...there are many -ing verbs. You can give your writing more variety by sometimes using other verb forms.

Thanks for this glimpse into you and your sister and your childhoods!