Whisper. That word or rather name seemed familiar, but I couldn't figure out why. Was it someone I knew? A close friend maybe? A relative? I didn't know what to think, yet what the boy from earlier or rather Blanche as he liked to be called kept calling me by that name. As I was pondering what the name whisper could mean, I felt a sudden breeze rush past my body and through my hair as if it were whispering soothing words to me and little bit of gossip yet to be shared with others. That's when I began to remember. My name was Whisper. It was given to me by my mother after nothing ,but the soft whispering of the wind could calm my tears after I had been brought into this world. I was named Whisper because the wind had chosen me as her child that day I was born.
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A Briar Trapped In The Thicket
FantasyStep into a little fairies wings as she attempts to make her way out of a very thick and dangerous briar bush as she tries to find a way back to her home. All while trying to remember who she is and what she has lost, along with trying to remember h...
