Novelas y relatos de It Started With A Whisper

May nagbago man sa amin sa loob ng maikling panahong iyon, ay hindi no'n mababago ang katotohanang may una. Alam ko kung ano ang mayroon sila noon. Hindi man ako saksi sa kung paano sila nagsimula, ay nakita ko naman kung paano sila natapos. I was one of those people who witnessed on how Monette left him that night, and I remember it clearly. Because that was the night when I saw his cold yet fiery eyes for the second time, and had the guts to follow him and introduced myself to him for the first time.

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!

The first whisper came softly, almost politely, like someone leaning close and murmuring behind her ear. “They’re here.” Ines froze. The room felt suddenly smaller, the walls pressing inward. She scanned the corners, the ceiling, the floorboards. Nothing moved—but the whisper repeated, more insistent now, dripping with urgency. “They’ve been waiting.” Her hands trembled as she pressed them to her ears, trying to block the sound, but it seeped through anyway, sinking into her bones. The whispers multiplied, weaving themselves into a chorus of voices, each one distinct, each one demanding attention. One was high and brittle, like glass breaking, another low and guttural, vibrating with menace.

whispering from the dark: The beginning is before you…and it’s coming for you, quietly and gently.without noise, but void.

The hoodie was crumpled in her hand. They gasped for air, their foreheads meeting once more, and again, silence invaded. But differently. Safety silence. "I have no idea what happens next," she panted. "We don't need to," Ethan said. "We just make it through each day. No pretending. No lies." "No more walls?" she whispered, shaking. He smiled gently. "Just whispers. Just between us." She chuckled softly, and the air from the room blew away. The very first time ever she'd ever laughed so—really, freely.

I was adrift in a sea of darkness, my senses overwhelmed by the oppressive silence. Yet, through the void, I heard them – voices like faint echoes, like whispers from a forgotten dream. Though their words were unclear, their tones were unmistakable. A gentle hand shook my shoulder, a familiar voice whispering my name.

The landscape was alien and foreboding, a surreal amalgamation of shifting shadows and fragmented structures that seemed perpetually on the verge of collapse. The air was thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the occasional whisper of forgotten memories. Each whisper was like a ghostly touch against her skin, a fleeting sensation that left her shivering. The whispers were disjointed, fragments of conversations, cries, and laughter that seemed to echo from the very walls of Nyxterra. They whispered her name in haunting, fragmented tones, urging her deeper into the darkness.

The following day, I ventured out again, determined to reconnect with Brodie. This time, I pushed past the familiar two-mile marker. When I finally made the connection, it came too easily—almost alarmingly so. I refrained from speaking, choosing instead to simply sit in the silence and listen. But the quiet was unnerving. All I could hear was the relentless whisper of the wind, swirling around me like a ghost in a desolate landscape. It felt eerily still wherever Brodie was. I concentrated harder, pushing deeper into our connection, striving to see the world through his eyes.

The early morning mist clung to the city streets like a veil, shrouding the familiar skyline in a gray haze. Sophia stared out from the backseat of the inconspicuous car, her fingers curling tightly around the edge of the seat as they drove through the backroads toward the heart of the city. The anticipation gnawed at her, a mixture of dread and determination swirling within.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.