The Whispers

“What?” “You’re lying!” “Wait a week and rethink this.” Those are the true words of motivation bestowed upon me when my family and friends discovered I was enlisting in the United States Navy. If I had a penny every time an adult exclaimed, “high school goes by in the blink of an eye,” I wouldn’t have to write this essay. I hadn't taken to heart these words of wisdom until last summer. I’d walked into school each day as a freshmen, not comprehending I’m the opposite. My senior year arrived.…

conversation to find that they were talking about Katie. It turns out my friends were laughing because she was singing and dancing around the classroom. They turned to Katie, asking her to sing some more. Katie did, which only prompted more giggles and whispers. The conversation turned to the worst, as my friends started saying how ugly Katie was and how they could not wait to graduate and hopefully go to a different school than her. They also deemed her a liar, saying that the stories about her…

” Wait, why don’t we go back to the beginning. It was near the beginning of fifth grade. There were many new kids at my school that year, they all were pretty nice. So an old group of friends didn’t like a new girl, surprise surprise. They would whisper bad things behind her back, call her fat, and run away from her at recess. Eventually, it got so bad she started to harm herself. She would cut her wrists and arms, leaving scars all over. She would even lie to her…

way or another. This day started off normal for Alana stealing food for her and Abu, running from the sultan’s guards and sitting up in the abandoned building they call home. At night Alana sits in the window looking at the palace, she sighs and whispers to Abu “ isn’t the palace beautiful, Abu? I wonder what it’s like to live there,” she gets up and goes to their makeshift bed and lays down and stares at the ceiling. Abu curls up next to her and falls asleep. “I wonder what it’s like…

What the hell kind of show are we about to see. Donovan notices the frightened look on her face. “It’s member’s night tonight, we do it every month. She volunteered, actually, she begged, to be on display tonight. You’ll see. Just watch.” He whispers to her, while licking the soft skin below her ear. Then Collin’s voice rings out loud and clear, “everyone willing, please leave your token.” Almost every man and some women walk up to a bartender and give the cloth from his or her pocket.…

become lucky. To begin, Paul’s motivation to find luck in himself comes from his family’s struggle with money on a day-to-day basis. It is stated several times throughout the short story that the family could hear a soundless whisper everywhere (7). These whispers constantly chanted the phrase, “There must be more money!” (7) which echoed the thoughts and worries of the members of the family. The author mentions that there is also not enough money to keep up with their social position…

confronting it. “IT is my worst nightmare and I can’t wake up. (Anderson 45)” IT, referring to Andy Evens, makes Melinda scared constantly because of the pain that it has caused her. “Little flecks of metal slice through my veins. IT whispers to me ‘Fresh meat.’ That’s what IT whispers. IT found me again. I thought I could ignore it. (Anderson 86)” When IT is around Melinda she finds herself…

Dark grey dysfunctional world. A world that takes you to a negative environment, a world that is only in the movies, a world that us women really know, no different. Trapped in a box where the key has been thrown away, voices whisper demanding our every move. A taunting vicious creature creeping through our ears, ready to attack whenever it is hungry. The commanding voice so powerful it echoes for hours at a time, leaving no peace as it rapidly strikes again and again and again. We are in a…

overspends when she has wealth, and her monetary anxiety haunts the house, personifying itself through whispers of: “There must be more money.” Her desires are never satisfied – the more she has, the more her anxiety increases. This is seen when she receives £1000 for her birthday. Not only does she ask for more, £5000 all at once, she also spends it frivolously, causing her anxiety to explode, and the whispers become screams. Hester’s actions are defense mechanisms, a reaction formation where…

life he wasn’t afraid. Yes, he had Atristole by his side, and that made it hard to be afraid. And, yes, when he glanced over, his oldest friend was still there, waiting with a mild expression. Just… waiting. “Atristole,” Val whispered, because a whisper was all he could bring up at the moment. “Why aren’t you running? You could outrun it.” People were screaming nearby, and crumbling buildings crashed down, spilling flaming meteors across the streets, but it was all drowned out by the silence…