Whispers

The whispers I never did anything to make it come. Never played the demonic games, never asked if Charlie was here, never talked into the mirror, but it still came, or perhaps it was always watching me. Sometimes I still hear the whispers in my mind, when I was a child I told my mother about the voices but she never believed me, no one does. Now I’m stuck in this special place for the insane, but I’m not insane, I just tell the truth. If they were there that night horrible night they would understand

“Paul’s Case” and “The Rocking Horse Winner” After reading “Paul’s Case” by Willa Cather and “The Rocking Horse Winner by D.H Lawrence the reader can realize these stories are warnings against materialism and the longing to have it all. Two different characters both by the name of Paul face a difficult situation, the desire to acquire more money. A substantial number of outside forces of both characters lead them to believe they need more than they already have. While feeling alienated

stumble back and fall onto her knees. Hissing, she looked down at her reddening leg with pride as it joined the collection of scabs and bruises on her skin before standing up with the resilience of a determined child . “Nadia…” the wind seemed to whisper over and over again. “Nadia my girl. The water is warm and it wants to share with you. Winter does not breathe within these woods. Don’t you want to come and see?” The girl furrowed her brow in confusion and slowly turned around, holding her broken

If you’re hearing this than I ended the pain that I am going through. The whispers have consumed my brain. I wouldn’t even be in this mess if it wasn’t for my lousy Uncle. But all of this started on the night of my Uncle's funeral. My Uncle had died young when he was Fifty-Three. He was believed to die from extreme insanity. He was never liked around town because he was an Atheist and was considered as crazy as a fox. Even though My Uncle was hated and believed to be crazy I always have believed

Gregor and I sauntered off together. I looked over the dead corpses to see if we had lost any valuable men. The ground had quite literally started to turn to sludge because their was so much blood. “I assume we will be making battle arrangements tonight, Gregor?” Gregor stared at a group of men all huddled in a circle “Yes, My lord.” He seemed to be curious on what was happening with the men over their “Come, Gregor.” Stepping over dead bodies we made our way to the men. About thirteen men stood

Y/N POV~ Shawn and I were getting ready to go to the teen choice awards. Shawn was wearing a grey shirt withhold black jeans and black vans. I was wearing a black tight short dress that went to the middle of my thighs and black 3 inch heels." Y/N are you ready to go Andrew and my dad are almost here" Shawn asked." Ya almost ready just finishing up my makeup". " I told you you don't have to were makeup your beautiful without it" Shawn told me. " I promise it's a lot but of makeup". I know I told

“Okay class, time is up!” The dreaded words, booming from the cavernous depths of evil that had suddenly enveloped my second grade teacher, seemed to echo around the room, inflicting their wrath on any who dare listen. My eyes flickered around the classroom as the meaning of the words hit me, looking for someone to help me, save me from the demon standing in the front of the room. Skeletal fingers ran up and down my spine, and my vision, tinged with gray, seemed to waver. My time was up. I was her

I know my parents couldn’t help me...Nobody could. Instead of asking for help and forgiveness, I went to The Garden, where everything is full of love. No matter if it is big, small, or had done some particularly nasty things in their lifetime. Everything is included into activities. It is the kind of place where everything is beautiful. There are roses, lilacs, and flowers galore all waving at you in the morning. Equally in bliss, bees and butterflies fly with no cares whatsoever. To feed the caretakers

ignition. Why would she go to school knowing that she cant handle the whispers and pity? She was the one who asked me to stay home and I completely agreed. I don 't understand. Sarah Mae “Could we please have Sarah Mae Lawrence for check out?” Mrs. Lance, the friendly receptionist asks at the door. I gather my things and follow her to the front of the school. “You have a nice day, sweetie. I 'm so sorry for your loss.” She whispers as I leave the building to find whoever checked me out. Why do people

wince as I rose from my bed. Nexus had turned them on after he picked my lock. My head felt as if someone had taken a sledgehammer to it, a consequence of my sobs and wails from the past hour. I groaned, wanting to curl back up in my bed with the whispers, but I could not. If I attempted to go back on my commitment of going to the movies, Nexus would come into my room and drag me