I hear them. Hidden whispers in the wind that speak to me. They tell me things, and tell me stories of a greater power. They gossip like schoolgirls, those quiet voices. And I am their messanger. I tell my people of what the breeze whispers to me. Lately the small utter of a word or a mumble of something have been silent.
As if someone has turned off a leaking faucet. It scares me that the spirits are so quiet. The gossip has faded, the chatter stopped, a frightened silence greets me now. Voices hushed, it's as though they are afraid of something. Not even the trees speak to me now...
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Kari's Drabbles
Ficción GeneralA collection of things I've written in the past. Most of these are on Deviant art, but I'm going to post them here as well.
