Stories tagged “whisper”
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Fearful Whispers in the Dark
Breathing building to a feral pace, Thomas slid from his cot. Eyes darting back and forth in the dark, he shoved and contorted his pillow and sheet under the blanket to create a decoy. Surprised at a nimbleness he hardly remembered, he clambered up to ...
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What Is It?
I turned and stared at him, “I don’t know, I just got drunk to have a good time.” “Normally, that would be a fine answer Andy, but I know you and you have been acting weird all night.” “Jake, listen to me. I just got...
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The Moon
When the moon met the stars They sat down for the constellations The moon gave away pieces of itself To give those dots their glow And it was all for you Moon said quietly You see that one She’s my favorite The stars stared down at you And under ...
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listen...to the violent silence
She was watching him, waiting “You don’t know,” he started, “the silence, its killing me inside. I’m dying. The silence, isn’t it affecting you? Or am I the only one going insane?” The coffee was now resolved to a ring at the bottom of hi...
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Now What?
The big question. Now what? I sit on the edge of my bed, guitar resting on my knees, trying to put my newfound numbness into words… into a song, but my mind can’t make sense of it all. The words fly past, waiting for me to pluck one for the...
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Whispers in the Wind
The way you said my name The way you held me tight The way I knew what you were thinking when you looked me in the eyes. The way a kiss could make it all better The way a hug could bring protection The way the words “I’m sorry” could ...
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Lady Graham II
Her fingers graced her swollen flesh gently, accompanied with the soothing whisper of the wind through branches of the swaying trees. Lady Graham waited for her skin to reveal any sign of her little nudger. Her tears paved a silent track down her ripe ...
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Haunt
Whisper in the wind Trapped between a synonym And a dark, cold place
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The Muse
She floats in through a window it seems, taking a seat next to me as naturally as sunlight in a forest. I look over, not all that surprised to see her, and we begin to talk as she sets her worn travelling bag down beside our table. A flowery tattoo pee...
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This Is Not Me.
It’s funny, the ways I find to pass the time. But what have I become? I’ve become someone something not me. And I’m not proud of it. But at the same time, I am; Attention enfolds me. Kisses smother me, suffocate me. Breath warm on my ...