Voices

The voices They try To silence Are speaking louder here How long Before They find them And make them disappear?

The Foundling: Second

Adelen stared into the bed of ferns for a long few seconds. The child was asleep. Wisps of dark hair fell over his forehead, the evening sun gleaming on his olive-tinted skin. Snuggly swaddled in a rough, brownish cloth, the baby seemed perfectly comfortable. Soft hiccups -- the sound that had stopped Adelen on the …

The Guardian

I stand at the edge of the world -- my world. Waiting. For what? I don't know. I never know what may be coming. What darkness may be lurking in the shadows of the trees. What evil may be creeping toward my fortress as dusk approaches. There is no way to know what may happen. …

Silenced

The oppressive silence Kills every hint of sound