Faces In The Closet Novels & Stories

I whine and sit at the edge of the bed. "I'd rather see you without it," he shifts forward to sit beside me, I turn my face in the opposite direction not wanting him to see my flushed face. "But you're right, I don't want the others to see you in that." Finally, some sensible talk. "There's another one in your closet, go check that out, you'll probably be more comfortable wearing that."

And maids came running in with different boxes. “Do you trust me?” She asked with a smile. “Am I crazy?” I asked with my whole face. “Yes,” she said with a smile. They placed the boxes on the cabinets in my closet and began unboxing. There were a lot of boxes. Racheal was by my side in no time. She pushed me to a chair, away from the mirror and I grumbled. “I have to know what you’re doing to my face,” I told her. She lunged forward, “That would ruin the magic,” she told me and patted me. I rolled my eyes. This was going to be a long day.

After waiting for what felt like ages, with no clothes arriving, I decided to explore his closet to see what would fit me. The wardrobe was predominantly filled with formal wear, royal garments, and neatly hung button-down shirts, all of which were much too large for me, even though I was on the thick side. But I continued scanning meticulously, not wanting to disorganize the perfectly arranged closet. Finally, after several minutes of looking, I came across a shirt that seemed about the right size. It was adorned with a smiley emoji and the words "Smile for me, even when you're sad" printed above it.

I ensured as I continued looking through my closet, never breaking eye contact with the materials in front of me. I continued to search through the different fabrics of clothing before finding a black long sleeve cropped shirt in which covers all cleavage. After settling with this shirt I immediately run to the bathroom. I close the door behind me as I began to strip myself of my old shirt and redress myself into the new one.

When we entered Into the closet,I opened my mouth and couldn't shut It because the closet was full of clothes , bags, shoes and Ties, jewelries and the room is so big. I stare because I didn't know when I said "wow". All the clothes there are limited wear,

Sure enough, with little effort, the lock pops, and I’m able to pull the door open. I squeal in horror at what I’m seeing. Sure enough, two people are standing in the closet, their clothing in disarray, their hands everywhere. While I expected to see people having sex on the clock–I didn’t expect it to be two old ladies. This is like an episode of The Golden Girls gone wild!

I said, "Officer, this might sound strange, but I swear I haven't lied about anything." Still hooked up to the polygraph, I told them about the face on my lower back and the conversations I'd had with her, making sure to be as detailed as possible. The officers had trouble believing me, so I took off my shirt and told them to see for themselves. Everyone who saw the face was stunned. It had eyes, but no pupils. Its nose was flat, and its features resembled a human profile pressed into my skin. There was a mouth, but no tongue. When it opened, there was nothing inside but a black, hollow pit.

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

West smiled as she entered the room,she was surprised to see her bags there at the side of the closet. She skipped towards the closet to take a look at it and found her few and Cheap clothes inside the closet. She smiled a bitter smile in self mockery " My clothes makes this Beautiful Closet less Attractive! what a Bad idea...." West shook her head at her ugly sets of clothes " So unfortunate of the closet!" West closed the closet and walked towards the bed and roamed her hands on the smooth bed and felt satisfied "What a wonderful night this would be!" She smirked as she walked towards the bathroom and gasped in utter shock.

The day I was released from prison, I was wearing old clothes that had been washed so many times they had lost their color. I was so thin that I was little more than skin and bones. I looked nothing like the bright, handsome Carter Quince I had been five years ago. Riley West was waiting outside in her car. “Carter, you’re finally out.” I looked up, revealing a face that wasn’t mine, covered in scars. There was even the word "trash" carved into it.