The Whispers

of this quotation was revealed, clearly alluding to this horrific event in history that had emerged in a different form. Mary Fisher presented her ‘Whisper of AIDS’…

desire the luxurious way of life, but neither one of the parents obtains an income large enough to afford it. The desire for and shortage of money is so obviously present within the household that the children can always hear the torturing silent whisper of it coming from every part of the house. The need for prosperity and ‘luck’ consumes the Mothers life and ruins the bond…

It was a dark and bleak December, still or again, no one could tell. The only light in a small chamber was the slowly dying fire in the fireplace. People with terrible countenances stared from fading paintings on the walls covered in thick layer of dust. There was a strange feeling of emptiness in the room – no smells or sounds, everything seemed lifeless. Even deep winter seemed numb. The man was quietly sitting in his old and squeaking armchair and staring somewhere or nowhere with empty eyes.…

At the beginning of the lesson, only the teacher has a copy of the book. 1. Remind students of behavior expectations: Listen while others are talking Wait your turn to speak Keep your hands and feet to yourselves When we read, we read with a whisper 2. EQ: What sound does the “bl” blend and “th” digraph make? 3. Front Cover/APK: Who can tell me something that they notice about the cover of our book (the teacher holds the book up for all five students to see). I see a bubble (if no one…

Cadence awoke. An immense pressure bore on her confused mind, feeling like a lost soul in the depths of hell. Her vision swam into focus as her eye adjusted to the dim light, coming from some crack in the wall, but only for a minute, before it dwindled like a dying star, brining darkness once more. The world around her was like a distorted night sky, gyrating across rippling ocean waves, lit by the moon. Everything was so nebulous, still. All around her were thousands of strange bloods of…

I was standing there thinking what am I going to do with this horse? I have tried everything that I’d known! This horse was basicly a bucking bronco. There was only one thing left to try, and that was the vet. Good thing we have an appointment tomorrow. As morning arrived I went to the barn at 6am, since our appointment at 7. The horse thankfully loaded the trailer with very little troubles. As I arrived at the vet office, I found a parking spot right away. As I got out of the truck the horse…

The trees whispered something. As she listened, the whispers grew dauntingly louder, and she thought the voices felt distantly familiar. A bolt of lightning lit up the darkened sky, breaking the incessant whispering for only a short instant. She clenched her eyes shut as hard as she could, trying to drown…

the exact people they previously feared. The community all huddle together, talking in hushed voices and hiding amongst each other, in fear that they would be the chosen one. While waiting for the ritual’s results, one whispers, “‘I hope it's not Nancy,’ and the sound of the whisper reached the edges of the crowd,” (Jackson 6). The gathering of residents become silent as they wait and listen for a name to be called, fearful that their name will rise and they will be sacrificed. Although no one…

The Light Thief Chapter One: Awake “Morning!” Dad says to Mom. “Morning,” Mom says to Dad. “Brrr, it’s cold down here.” Mom shivers. “I’ll turn on the fire,” Dad whispers. “Dad, Dad! It’s sooo cold upstairs!” Lilly whines. “Lilly, you woke me up,” Jack yawns. “Sorry, Jack.” “Hey, honey, come here.” “What is it?” Mom asks. “I can’t turn on the fire!” “Well, then turn on the heat,” Mom says. “But, Mom, I want the fire on, please, please, please!” Lilly cries. “I can’t, I’m sorry, honey,” says Dad…

soft smile and pure heart. My feet lead me one after the other across shattered stones to a broken and disregarded bench. A broken bench that use to hold the strain of her cancer filled body as she would sit under the aging willow and listen to the whispers of its branches. Ambition and optimism once grew into the soul roots of the tree and sprouted with reassurance at every limb. The roots grew old and the ugly poison that dripped from a plastic bag, into the gardener, through her veins, and…