Elle carries them with her, always. They're inside her, their voices clear and ringing. Sometimes they're quiet, whispering, sometimes they scream, literally scream, inside her head, shrieking and echoing till she can't think.

The ones she lost. The victims they couldn't save.

Before, before it happened, she'd drink to keep them silent, to stop ( Read more... )

Library Challenge 08-01
6 Jan 2008 - 12 Jan 2008

Write a piece of fiction (minimum 100 words), piece of poetry (minimum 4 lines) or create an icon inspired by the word...

spirit