Whispers from the Past
Feb 23, 2013 0:07:37 GMT -5
Post by School is the bane of my life on Feb 23, 2013 0:07:37 GMT -5
"Ezra? Ezra? It's time to wake up."[/blockquote]
A haunting whisper whistles in the wind. A nameless voice whispers my name, giving me backless commands. I don’t have to follow it, I don’t have to listen but I do. Because the ghostly sound of the voice mixed in with the voice I memorized from the day I first talked to him. Was it really Cassius? It couldn’t be, a swept wind, a rustle of leaves but the voice sounded so real. Was the games already effecting my thoughts and hopes?
"What are you doing?"
The voice glides past me once more, enclosing in on me as I scramble up. Combing the area in search of someone, something mocking me in an pathetic attempt for a rustle.
“Ezra, what are you doing?”
No, it can’t be true it has to be his voice. The firm thickness of it, labeled by a hint of crispness from the constant cigars glued to his lips.
“Cassius,”
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