Whis Whis Novels & Stories

I say, trying to keep up with both conversations at once. She touches the paper again. ‘Are the wolves protecting you?’ I nod. “Yes, I’d like some aloe please,” she says. I turn, getting a bottle of aloe and when I turn back, new words are on the paper. ‘Witches are moving against the wolves.’ “This brand is called WHO,” I say, asking my question out loud. Who is after the wolves? “Wholly Herbal Organics. They are a good brand.” I say, as I watch her finger on the paper.

The world wants to know the story of the woman who broke the internet and then married it. I type: AI Whispers: A Hybrid's Journey. It’s meta. It’s perfect. "Are you writing?" Alex asks from the doorway. He’s holding two mugs of tea. He looks tired, but his eyes are bright with that specific, focused energy he gets before a launch. "I'm remembering," I say. I tap the neural interface temple. "Memory Access: Granted," Echo says. "Do you wish to initiate immersive playback?" "Yes," I say. "Chapter One."

"She said it would not leave. She warned that the memory and the whispers would not leave until I warned you." "What was her warning?" "You are not to come looking for them." "Them?" Lord White inquired. He needed to be sure he meant the five whispers. "Yes. They are five. All beautiful goddesses, made from the sea, and the silence of trees. Seek out silence, and you'll find them in peace. Seek out trouble, or dare shout amongst trees, and you'll also find them. However, the latter wouldn't bode well for the person who does. The former, you will find them, and with love."

Whitmore. It wasn’t a birthday gift, at least not intentionally. It was a ritual. For the past eight years, without fail, Senior Mr. Whitmore has sent me a book on the 25th of every month (my birthday falls on October 25th). Always something new. Always something thoughtful. I hadn’t needed to buy a book for myself in years.

responded the woman Attempt after attempt and not one person bought a single bottle of the vitamin from him and it was getting dark then he remembered the party streams he was supposed to buy and tried to rush to a store when he bumped into someone

I whispered. He jolted, immediately pushing me backwards. When he held my eyes,the fear in his eyes made me grin. “Who are you?! Who are you?!!” He snapped.

Manila Philippines - “Officer, It’s been over a week now. Don’t you have any leads at all?” “Mr. Black, we’re doing the best that we can to find Mr. Ransik but with little information that we’ve gathered from you since the last time you and his family saw him, our hands are a bit tied.” “We're paying more for you to put extra effort in finding him so can you please pick up the pace?! “Hi, Officer, I apologize for my friend’s attitude, he’s just very worried about our friend. Andy, let’s go! The officer has politely given us why they have. Let’s not push out luck with them”

I say, trying to keep up with both conversations at once. She touches the paper again. ‘Are the wolves protecting you?’ I nod. “Yes, I’d like some aloe please,” she says. I turn, getting a bottle of aloe and when I turn back, new words are on the paper. ‘Witches are moving against the wolves.’ “This brand is called WHO,” I say, asking my question out loud. Who is after the wolves? “Wholly Herbal Organics. They are a good brand.” I say, as I watch her finger on the paper.

“He is poison, Lena. He always has been. You do not need him around you. You deserve better than him, better than the whole damn Blackthorn name.” A laugh escaped me, bitter and hollow. "Better does not exist for people like me." "It does, and there are a lot of reasons why it does" she insisted. "But right now? You need to forget him. Just for one night." I frowned. "Forget him?" She leaned closer, lowering her voice. “There is a bar downtown. Not the fancy kind he drags you to, the real kind. Strong drinks. Loud music. People who do not care about Marcus Blackthorn or the Academy. Genuine people who just want to have fun. Maybe that is what you need.”

Loud laughs and hoots of encouragement rose from the crowd watching, as they found my humiliation very entertaining. She lowered her head close to mine and whispered. “I wish you would cease to exist.”