A Whisper That Went Unheard Novels & Stories

Growing with each breath I took. I stepped closer. My heart hammered in my ears. A whisper echoed through the room. Soft. Desperate. So quiet I almost didn't hear it. "Help us."

And the whispers were still sitting at the edge of my hearing, fading slowly, like something that had been very close and had only just decided to step back. I sat in the dark and did not move. YET That word had not been there before.

Zayne whispered, his voice thick with a profound, quiet victory. He pressed his cheek against my hair, holding me with an intensity that spoke louder than any words. "The network is dead, Clara. Cassandra is gone, and Ares-9 has lost our trail for good." ​I buried my face in his shoulder, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist. For so long, survival had felt like an endless, exhausting sprint through a dark maze with no exit.

his favorite words sounded in her head, and she quickly took her finger off the mark. It was at that moment she realized someone else is in the room with her. She turned back swiftly, grabbing a knife from the wall hanger which she tried throwing backwards, but strong hands captured her Immediately, and she came face to face with Tiger. Why is he always showing up anything she's thinking about Denzel? How did he even get here without her noticing? Only those trained in Atlanta know the silent steps skill, walking without making the slightest sound. Who the hell is he! "You're a spy, aren't you? You knowingly allowed me to capture you!" She muttered, and Tiger stared down at her naked body fo

I vomited up every bite the moment the door clicked shut. The Whisperer appeared shortly after, lurking in the corner of the room where he talked, and talked, and talked. I couldn’t hear him past the roaring in my head. Past the endless sea of screams that came from the broken fragments of my soul. What did it matter, anyway? He never said anything new. It was always I’m sorry or I had no choice. Both of which were better than, this was the only way.

The closet door creaked again, an inch wider. I sucked in a sharp breath and the light flickered out. Darkness swallowed the room.A ragged breath that wasn’t mine sounded from the closet. And that was when I heard it . A whisper. Low. Almost inaudible. "You should have stayed asleep."

I whispered It was a war now A slow, filthy, breathless war His knuckles brushed my cheek His other hand hovered just beneath my breast I held still Waiting Daring Begging without saying a word Then I whimpered Quiet Pathetic Accidental And he groaned Like the sound broke him “I should walk away,” he muttered, more to himself than to me “Then why haven’t you,” I whispered His head dropped His forehead pressed to mine Our breaths tangled Everything went quiet Except the rain The wind

Without her realizing it, her long-buried grievances seemed to be easing away. Her eyes turned watery. The lyrics were a bunch of simple and straightforward words, yet she found herself completely absorbed in them. "Whisper of the Silence." Danise smiled. "Lovely song, isn't it?" "Whisper... of the Silence?" A glimmer appeared in her lifeless gaze. "Such a beautiful name. Is this your latest work?" "How I wish. It's Kyle." Staring into her eyes, he continued, "He composed it with hopes that it could reach the ears of somebody he misses."

Arms like birch twigs in a billowing cotton t-shirt. An unmistakable sense of unknown others, yet to be seen, standing near. Fixed behind their flesh-bound book, they lingered, trapped. Their eyes staring. Their lips moving as their voices collided, their words lost. The how-what-why of their unfinished stories unheard. “Their whispers write their pages,” came the voice from the front door. “As will yours.”

That was until I heard the first whisper. At first, I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me. Isolation and the dark tend to stir the imagination, conjuring sounds out of nowhere. I stopped, holding my breath, listening intently to the dead air, waiting for any sign of life. "Elias..." The whisper was soft, intimate, like a lover’s breath against the back of my neck. I turned sharply, my heart hammering in my chest. My flashlight darted across the room, but there was nothing there.