Kat Timpf Sister Novels & Stories

Two senior sentries from the border guard hovered in the shadows behind him, their hands resting cautiously on the hilts of their sidearms. "I hear the whispers sweeping through the lower barracks," my uncle spat, his grey eyes cutting straight to me, burning with betrayal. "You are deliberately planning to walk straight into Ferguson territory, unescorted, alone, barely thirty-six hours after their bastards torched my sister's peace banner on the ridge."

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.

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.

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.

“He’s good with kids. Stable. Doesn’t show up as my sister’s fiancé. Doesn’t buy my client’s company to monitor infrastructure and possibly my life. Low standards, but look at the market.” I looked at both of them. Arianna was sitting very still now. Too beautiful to look that wrecked, but her eyes had gone wide and her mouth had fallen slightly open again. Sienna held the stem of her glass, but she didn’t drink. Her thumb moved slowly over the glass, up and down, up and down. I knew that face. They were putting the timeline together. Zach. Fiona. Northlake. Karl. The twins. They knew I wasn’t done, because a woman like me did not use three bombs when she still had one grenade left in her ba

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.

Another text. You should have stayed away. Now they're watching you. Now they're asking questions. Now they're starting to wonder. Who do you think they'll believe? The grieving sister? Or the evidence they've been fed? My hands shook. Another text. A video. Me. Standing at the lake. The night Caleb died. My hands reaching into the water. The timestamp read 2:47 AM. The night I found his body. But in the photograph, I wasn't reaching for him. I was reaching for something else.