My Brother, the Superhero

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By Michelle Lynn Senters-

Consider the quote and respond with writing.
Siblings are GREAT subjects for stories and journal entries.
Does your brother or sister have a “superpower”?
Is your sibling a hero?
Tell a story or write a paragraph (fiction or non-fiction) about a superhero brother or sister.

You may share your writing in the comment section below.

Same brothers, seven months later.  Photo courtesy of Sarah at www.repeatcrafterme.com.

Same brothers, seven months later. Photo courtesy of Sarah at www.repeatcrafterme.com.

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Michelle Lynn Senters is the Founder and Director of KIDS ARE WRITERS. She spends her days working as a Reading Interventionist and spends her evenings writing books for children and adults. You can learn more about Michelle HERE and at www.michellelynnsenters.com.

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8 thoughts on “My Brother, the Superhero

  1. Awesome! This is a great prompt! :) My story is fictional.

    He flew through the air, crashing into the cushions of the couch. The ceiling fan shuddered, then regained balance and continued normally. He yelled out “I’m OK!” and then tripped and fell on his head. He was 12. I was 9.

    My brother was always a daredevil. He seemed to be immune to pain. He never stopped. He just kept going, like he ran on solar energy or something. I remember the time when he jumped over the guardrail of the trampoline and hit the biggest tree in the yard. And when he was riding his bike, rode it through 5 pricker-bushes, and popped a wheelie. I never got how he could keep going. He was my super-brother.

    ~
    That’s all fake. 😉

  2. “Sis, you can’t keep doing things like that! I won’t always be there to take the fall for you! You have to be careful!”
    “I can take care of myself, Luna. It was your choice to take the blame for the accident, not mine.”
    “I saved your powers! How can you even say that? All my life I have been there for you! I’ve stuck up for you, helped you, covered for you, and all you’ve ever given me is a jerky attitude! well, I’m done! find some way to hide your powers alone!”

    I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me. Resting against the wall, I sighed and shook my head. When was she going to learn? I flash backed to the first time I figured it out. Zoe’s powers started to appear when she was seven. Me, being six at the time, freaked out when I walked into the room and saw my sister staring with an open mouth at a floating bookshelf. She slowly lifted her hand and tilted it to the side. The book shelf tipped over. She gasped, dropping the shelf on the ground. I was scared and started to call our mother, but Zoe stopped me. She begged for me to not tell anyone. Made me promise. So I did. And I made sure that no one could figure out that she had these powers. I swore to myself I would do anything to help my big sis. Now, eight years later, that anything had cost me everything. I sighed, and walked to my room. Zoe had gotten careless. I knew it was a mistake, but now some one was dead and everyone thought it was because of me. They thought it was my fault. That I was the one who was driving that car. That I was the one who caused the wreck. I buried my face into a pillow, crying all alone on the bed. Zoe had gone to far. She needed to be stopped…

    To be continued

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