The Whispers

I feel someone shake my shoulder gently. "Nooooo." I groan, curling up more into Hermann's parka. My head pounding and my throat scratchy. "Newton, please let me take your temperature," I hear Hermann request calmly from above me, "I've been nice enough to not make you move, you really need proper rest." He continues. I turn to face him, only pushing the hood off my head enough so he can see my forehead. "I'm not sick though, just a little..." I look for the right word as I relax into…

The further they traveled the dimmer it became. Low tone voices clamored, turning to torturous whispers. Their eyes searched to find the source of the chatter, but there was nothing but the wildlife. Shrill cries a little girl being tortured captured their attention. Eshe fell to her knees and covered her ears. “My sister” She cried. “Don’t listen…

the horizon in reash. Nothing can stop her from achieving these. She is no quitter, therefore Scarlet stands strong in these winds. Hardships will end, but they do not win. So long as she holds a clear vision of the future she seeks. In a gentle whisper, her faith in herself still speaks. In the hopes from a heart filled up with pain, a greater strength that Scarlet will gain. When chips are down she searches fora grain of salt because no earthly obstacle will force a grinding halt. Scarlet…

hypnotic state of mind. The Vermont state bird, Hermit Thrush sings it’s intricate songs as I sit cross-legged on the highest point of the falls. Feeling like a queen. I let my mind slip into oblivion. The wind tasseling my lushes’ locks and quietly whispers in my ear. I take a deep breath inhaling the crisp air. I never wanted the sensation to come to a halting stop. Strong currents and slippery rocks. Despite the 125-foot scenic waterfall there are some…

little reason to continue them. Several of the villagers seem to be reluctant to participate as well, as they are worried for their friends and families as well as themselves; this is shown when Nancy Hutchinson’s friend whispers, “‘I hope it’s not Nancy,’ and the sound of the whisper reached the edges of the crowd” (5).…

bring awareness to issues in society. Bruguera is a “politically motivated performance artists” that analyzes society and its effects on political and economic power (Art21, 2017). In her well-known staged and participatory event called, Tatlin’s Whisper #5, Bruguera demonstrates authority and its repression throughout the performance (Figure 4). The performance included two policemen on separate horses, staged in the center of a museum (Tate, 2017). As instructed by Bruguera, the policemen were…

This image of ‘fire’ is at first described as a quiet threat, a ‘whisper’ which soon turns to a roar as it burns through lower floors, gradually reaching the floor upon which the poem’s narrator is stationed. Armitage uses propositions to build up the fire, describing it at first as being ‘beneath’ the floor, ‘under’ the…

The moon lit up the house; the breeze of the night shut out as I slammed the door. Paper thin walls surrounding Tom and I, we tiptoed over the creaky floorboards, not wanting the neighbours to hear our playful teasing, our amorous whispers, our passionate romance. As I pushed my lips against his, so tender and soft, I stumbled around for the light switch. While my eyes adjusted to the brightness, they met his, just like the ocean: wide and deep and the purest, most beautiful blue you could ever…

for a madam named Willie. Joise want to leave New Orleans and attend Smith College in Massachusetts; where nobody knows that her mother is a prostitute. For the last ten years Joise has to hear the whispers and rumors the town people says about her mother. “They thought I couldn’t hear their whispers, their snickers. I had heard them for ten years. I cut across Conti toward Chartres, clutching my book under my arm. The…

Arthur and Guinevere have been married for just over two months, and already there are whispers about the fact that the princess has not gotten with child. Since Arthur and Guinevere were not at the king's birthday feast, talk freely flowed, the pettier courtiers already putting forth theories ranging from the quiet princess being unwilling to bed the prince to Arthur having a mistress. There were even whispers about whether or not the prince preferred the company of men, since he did not "sow…