Whispers from left to right and behind,
They speak, they speak lies.
They whisper along our shoulders,
And curves of our ears.
In the shadows and hidden places,
For they dare not show their faces.
Then the whispers stop.
Until the dark grows light,
The whispers only come out at night.

Hello,

This novelette was originally inspired by a nightmare I had and a prompt contest I entered. (My dreams can be kind of scary, but the prompts helped me time the story.) I have pushed my characters because I myself am going through some rough stuff. Writing has always been therapeutic. I hope you fall in love with the 6 the story. 

-Leah Cailynn