Kat Timpf Sister Novels & Stories

Even after a decade, we still did not know our neighbours first names and only entered their houses when necessary, which never happened. "Good afternoon," I say making sure to stand a few feet away so the leaves won't land on me. He stops shearing and smiles at me and says a good afternoon, there are wrinkles around his eyes and his hands are heavily veined. "My sister Lucinda died. I just thought that you should know." I can't recognize my voice, is it pain that makes my voice strained?

He was a stranger. Yet, he did not feel like one. She had never seen him until he called her “little sister” in the purple twilight, but somehow, he looked as familiar as if she had known him her entire life. Could they actually be related? The population of Loadstone Rock was knitted together by a complicated web of kinship—cousins, second cousins, uncles and aunts several times removed—so it was not impossible. But they did not look alike. Svetlana had large blue eyes and fine straight hair, so blond that it was almost white—a source of her private anguish as she inwardly compared her “straw” to Tattie’s dark, bouncing curls. Andrei’s skin was tanned and weathered, his hair black and his e

he said smiling. Oh he's smiling? "Oh darling! You should work on your sense of humor. It's trash if you ask me." I smugly replied him. He doesn't know. I'm the queen at comebacks. Timi looked at me like I was just harmless. "You are acting like my sister. Both of you will get along well." he said flicking my head. Oh my gosh! Timi sister is fine. I have a really really high self esteem if not I would be filling like a couch potato. Thank God I have high self esteem. That's why I just feel like a slightly bruised potato next to her.

Charlie said and I laughed. "Come on take out the other one," Tiffany seems really excited for whatever it is she wants me to see. I took out the other gift but it was covered in some black shiny silky bag. I opened it and my tears threatened to pour out of my eye sockets. It was a rose gold bracelet that had our names engraved on it, next to our names it said 'sisters forever' with a heart next to it. "Tiffany," I cried as she pulled me in for a hug. This meant so much to me, I have never had a sister before, let alone a white one! "Thank you so much," I hugged her tighter as I tried to calm down.

she softly responded after they parted. "I'm privileged to have Amara Rechner for a friend. And now, you will be my sister for real" he gently pinched her nose, making her nod with a teary smile. "I'm looking forward to it though by heart I've been your sister since a decade ago" she cheekily responded, earning a contented smile from the two men. "Indeed" Tim nods before turning to Luther who has been staring at him. "I know I don't need to say this but I will say it anyway. Please take care and protect her" Tim mutters, staring straight into his eyes.

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.

Max mutters, but he scoots closer too, pressing his head against my cheek so he can fit into the frame. I hit the video call button. The screen flips to my little sister’s face: black wavy hair piled into a lazy bun, red lipstick, oversized T-shirt. Behind her I catch a glimpse of the living room back home in Medellín: gray sofa, big plant, and something moving in the corner of the frame… oh, Mamá. “¡Mis amores!” Fiona’s voice jumps an octave the moment she sees Max and Issa. “MIRA, GEMELITOS!”

I tried to explain. “Working? You call drinking with men ‘work’?” My father slammed his hand on the table as he shot to his feet. “Do you have any idea how upset Daffie is today? She posted something really important on Instagram, and you, her own sister, couldn’t even hit the ‘like’ button? Are you jealous of her?” Daphne looked up at me. Her eyes glistened with tears. “Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?”

Nahlela I was surprised to see Timi in the kitchen. Even though I had told mom and dad that I had invited hi, I hadn’t. I was even more surprised when he said dad did because dad had not mentioned anything. Coincidentally, his sister was Kadmia’s course mate in the university; we really live in a small world. She tried pretending like she didn’t know me but I didn’t let her. I called her out on it and she finally accepted. I liked her already.

And one of them killed my sister. I closed the folder and pressed my palm against the place on my side where the pain lived. It pulsed once, twice, then settled back into its familiar rhythm. A second heartbeat. A countdown. Not yet, I told it. Soon. But not yet. ****** I decided to take a walk round the school to know the nooks and cranny of the so called Westbrook University. Walking back toward the library I saw the lake. It was beautiful in the afternoon light, blue and calm and innocent-looking. Students sat on the grass around it, studying, talking, laughing. Couples held hands on the pier.