Lacking his dialog cue, he marched in a circle
As he muttered incomprehensibly to himself
So it was surprising when he stopped and told everyone to shush
The silence stretched on forever.
So long that when he said his line the audience and cast gave him an ovation.
People milled around the in-ground pool enjoying their cocktails
Until two voices dominated the soundscape with their disagreement
Suddenly silence crashed into existence
However the splashing soon followed
They were always looking for a place to settle down in
Running was so tiring, and the souls of their shoes were getting holey
It would start with that awkward silence that announced the countdown to launch
But this time there was no moment of quiet in the cacophony of laughter
Everyone deserves to find where their weird is the normal, and that’s how they knew they found their people, their…
Silence is becoming of you
Please! You’re just trying to be a kerfuffle!
Even now do you hear how you talk?
Evidently, but what if I don’t give an aardvark’s nose about that?
Can you even explain what that’s supposed to mean?
Have you flummoxed with that one, aren’t ya? See, I speak good!
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The story rang across the countryside
Everyone was soon discussing what had happened
Leaving the two parties that were at the heart of the tale fuming
Looking for who broke the silence
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Bronze flashing, ringing, singing
Enveloping the spirits of those around
Loud bashing to soft banter
Layering music, hope, and joy
Shattering the silence
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*** In honor of those joining me in Nanowrimo as well as authors everywhere ***
When the walls begin to surround you
Reigning in your creativity
It might make you feel claustrophobic
The words stop flowing
Every syllable a struggle
Rendering the process to a halt
Silence becomes the norm
But there is always hope
Look for the sledgehammer in your toolkit
Or maybe even some explosives
Completely shoot everything you have at it
Killing the silence and allowing the words to flow once more
The Silence snuck up on Deidre, and before she knew it, she was in its clutches. She tried to speak up, but no one could hear her. She tried to get anyone’s attention about her problem, but no one noticed. No one seemed to care why the Silence picked her.
Years later she finally broke through, finding her voice once again. By then no one wanted to believe what happened to her that had caused Silence to so viciously destroy her ability to communicate what had happened.
The Silence had won again and moved on to find its next victim.
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Cute glass penguins littered Marc’s desk and shelves
He was always fondling the damn things
Even when he was chewing out his employees, like right now
Richard thought about grabbing them all and yelling “Opa!” as he smashed them
It would be such cathartic jubilee
Still he sat there and took all of Marc’s abuse in silence
He knew where the janitor kept her keys. Tonight he would celebrate!
Never completely missing
Obscuring the surroundings
It creeps up on consciousness
Scarring attention spans
Ever fearful of the silence
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