The Hidden Whisper

ㅡnext chapter of the “Venomous Voice”.

That place remained the same, but the girl grew beautifully.

Seasons changed, from spring to winter and to another spring again. She stood by her swing she made out of her consciousness. She built a tree house, enough to be a shelter during the winter time. Some years ago, it was a land of nowhere. But as days passed by, and the colours of the leaves changing, she made it her home.

The land was now decorated with her piece of imaginations, a place she can run freely and endlessly. Atleast that’s what she thought, until one day. One afternoon, the rain was pouring hard, the wind cold, the storms are here and there. She can hear the crash of the downpour as it hits the land below. The sky turned black as if there is an absence of light. Her feet no longer standing firm, they were wobbly and she felt paralyzed. She wished it was just another nightmares, another mass of dark shadows, looming and taunting.

Ashes were surrounding her paths, the once beautiful land now turned into somewhat hell to her. Funny, she thought, how once a place she considered home was no longer seen.