The Sisters Closet Novels & Stories

The large bathroom could accommodate all of them, but there always seemed to be a fight over its use. The girls fell into a silent, methodical rhythm as they got ready for the party that evening. Moving effortlessly from one room to the other, swinging in and out of the bathroom, and examining the party dresses that their mother, the Luna, had sent up for them to wear. They all had long, fitted silk gowns, with the fabric so keenly draped as to make them look effortless as they glided across the room. Nora’s was a lovely burgundy color, while Evelyn’s was a dark midnight blue, and Cassie’s a deep forest green. “Why aren’t you excited about tonight?” mused Nora, as she distracted herself with

She looked through everything and clicked her tongue, grumbling, "Seriously? You don't even know how to enjoy life. What kind of useless stuff are these? All you do is cling to these dumb books." I ignored her and let her make a mess. Then, a familiar voice called out from the hallway, "Jessica? Is that my sweet girl Jessica I hear?" I watched coldly as they put on their touching mother-daughter performance. Mom glanced at my ransacked room and said, "You won't find anything good in her room. Come to mine; I have new clothes and jewelry I just bought. Take whatever you want." She was already dragging Jessica out, not sparing me a single glance or even a word of concern.

"But... serious. Don't wear anything you don't want to get ruined." Twenty minutes later I am standing in front of Sister Edith. Sister Edith is the last standing air witch of the Sisters of Wisdom Coven. The rest were either wiped out by my mother and father or have gone into hiding. Sister Edith is standing on the opposite of the basement, in her long back cloak. Her hair is pulled back into a long silvery braid that drapes lazily over her shoulder. "Well," her elderly voice shakes as she speaks. "Show me what you've got."

The middle of the room housed a grand island of drawers that held more clothes, accessories, and shoes. R iley dragged me over to one side of the room where she pulled out a few dresses, evaluating each one with a critical eye. On the other side, Cathy was rummaging through shoeboxes, tossing over her shoulder those she deemed unsuitable. They worked with a synchronicity that only sisters could have, their shared excitement palpable in the air.

“You’re working even at your sister’s party.” “I’m a programmer. I don’t actually live,” I answered flatly. In the center of the ballroom, Fiona looked like an ad for happiness. Her dress was ivory, not a wedding gown but definitely enough to make it clear she was in the phase of not caring who was jealous. She laughed brightly, hugged aunts, greeted guests, and every now and then waved at me from across the room like, look at me, sis, I’m happy. And I lifted my hand and waved back with a thin smile.

The people in the room, like me, don’t seem to know where to look so they look around everywhere. The doors open all at the same time and my breath catches when eight women appear by each doorway. They are all wearing the same black sequence dress. It is figure hugging and reaches the floor in a swirl of extra fabric. “Wow.” My sister breathes out from beside me. Unlike her, I’m not taken by the display the way she is. I’m more focused on who the fuck is doing this and how the fuck they are doing it. The faces of the women were hidden behind the long brunette tresses. Styled in the perfect way to conceal their identity when they have their down. Currently what they were doing.

It was as if the guy was a muddle-headed emperor with chambers of mistresses. Callum patted Jenson’s shoulder and said, “Having too many girls is not a good thing. Take care of yourself.” Jenson turned around and walked in opposite directions from Callum. The sisters followed Jens and made suggestions along the way. “We can pretend to be sultry women and attract those gangsters out of hiding, Robbie.” Jens looked at the group of heroic-looking sisters and shook his head. “Forget it.” Nonetheless, the sisters had already let their hair down and take off their coats. They wore incredibly sexy skin-tight clothing inside. After adjusting their facial expressions, each one of them was an extraord

Two white chairs were positioned in front of it, inviting anyone to sit and take their time. Approaching the closet door, anticipation welled up within Catherine. She flung it open, revealing a spacious walk-in closet already filled with a dazzling array of clothes. Along the center of the closet, tall shoe racks stood in an orderly line, showcasing stilettos, flats, and sneakers in abundance. Hayden looked at her with a mix of hope and fear. "Don't you like it? I'll make adjustments, but please don't say anything to any of them," she pleaded, anxiety etched across her features as she followed Catherine into the closet.

Koko's POV "Ready or not, here I come…" I remember once when my sister and I were playing hide and seek. It was one of my few good childhood memories, that woman wasn't around that day. I had crept deeper among the clothes in the wardrobe so that she would have a harder time finding me and it worked.. but it worked a little too well. I was entangled in the clothes like a fly that had been found in a spider's web then I began to cry and cry when suddenly the wardrobe was opened and I heard my Dad's voice. Hanola, I don't think your sister is here either…" I tried to call out for help, but my voice was only choked by my sobs and the clothes that were surrounding me. But somehow she knew, maybe

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