White Whispers

It was ghost quiet when the killings began. The popping of gunfire accompanied by the terrified shrieks of dying men, women, and children filled the air and reached into the night like a hand calling for aid, or something. But this only brought joy to the outlaws responsible for the sordid acts. However, while these outlaws laughed, scorned, and reveled in the deeds their hands had wrought, they were unaware that they had awakened something damned and hopeless. Something that shouldn't be disturbed in the house of silence, not far from the killing square. Hope sprang in this house, and her tidy walls did rattle with joy. It was the most the house could do, for if she was capable of more, her silver and goldwares, plates, and cups would have left their racks and cupboards to make high-pitched sounds. Beds, sofas, stools, chairs, and tables would have joined in, causing a ruckus

They set the man on a long table. He was in a tight, wet, white and gold outfit, the white and gold, being the colour of the Baron's house. There was sand in his hair, part of his face, and it also stuck on his dress. Among two thousand men, he was the only man breathing. Anna knew she wasn't supposed to be here, but for some reason, her father let her. She looked at the man gently stir, opened his eyes, and forced him to a sitting position with shock written on his face. Suddenly, he began to scream, not recognizing those around him, or from a different cause which could be that he was seeing something else. "Please," he cried. "I promised that I would tell them." Lord White's men dressed back, and the Baron's man placed both hands to his ears. "Stop whispering," he said with a low pitiful tone. "Stop with the voices. I heard you the first time. Please. Please. Don't kill me. I will warn them, I pro

"Crystal!" Kyle called out to her from his boat which moved up and down on the sea surface. "Crystal!" Crystal didn't answer, but she did smile. She was lying naked with her back to the sea surface, and her gaze was to the blue sky. Her arms were spread out, her white hair danced like a thing alive to the current, and water burped against her ears. "Come out, Crystal," Kyle said, apprehensive that she may drown. Kyle shook his head. This wasn't going how he had planned for it to. His reason for rowing her out here was to profess his love to her. Crystal, however, had removed her clothes and dived into the sea for a swim, not minding the depth, not minding if there were sharks, or whatever it is that had made the government deem the sea dangerous. "This is silly," Kyle said. "We are in the center of the sea." Nervous, he looked about, hoping to see if the sea was really clear of surprises.&nbs

Anna found him by a table supping alone in a tavern. He looked like one still haunted by his recent past, and knowing it wasn't customary being alone with a stranger in a public setting since people were prone to say different things, she had come with her maid, Harriet, making this impromptu visit formal.   Her presence made him lift his head from the table, and staring into his eyes, Anna asked, "May I sit?"   The Baron's man nodded, and somewhat stood as if to acknowledge her presence with respect, and to gesture for her to sit.   Anna took this with a smile and sat. Harriet stood, waiting behind her. "Rachel tells me you've been discharged."   Again he nodded. "Yes, I'm truly fine."   Anna truly doubted it. "Do you still remember? Does the whisper still plague you?"   He looked at her with caution written in his eyes, fear graced his expression. He shiver

Lucy was calm as a feather when he touched her. She didn't make a sound or try to scream. There was no point to it since this wasn't the first time. And knowing her screams would only serve his pleasure, she let the tears flow as her body stayed still like an idol, the only difference, her chest was rising and falling, and idols never cried. Bert's hands wantonly caressed Lucy's body, touching her in all the wrong places without her consent. It was sweet this way. It was a deed done in secret, but it wasn't secret what was done here. The rest of the world knew, but no one could do a thing about it. If she somehow found herself out of this place and spoke against this, she'll be called a liar. Everyone feared the Baron. Also, no one would believe a low born. And if they did, they would chide her that she ought to be grateful that a high born like Bert had touched her.