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Sounds and Whispers
Pen and paper in hand, words swirling in my head, Working on my big essay, Sounds and Whispers, and planning. Buzz, crash, drip, pop, whoosh, splash, bang! Startling me, what are those sounds? A phantom mouse, maybe, hiding under my desk. I’m sure I heard a squeak. Jumping up, I knock over my cup—splash, it crashes to the floor. I gasp, arms flailing; my elbow hits a box perched on the shelf, My eyes follow it, mid-air, SLAM— The box hits the desk, BOOM. I stifle a scream, peering at the phantom mouse scurrying around. I sigh—my heart races. Thump, thump! Like a jackhammer. Wet shoes, making SQUELCHING sounds and slipping as I go. Buzzing, like a tiny plane, Just as I grab the handle, A big, black horsefly lands on my hand, I try to shoo it away— But SMACK! SMACK! SQUISH! Crossing the threshold to safety, That squeak returns; the not-so-phantom mouse, is closing in on me. Crack, crack and pop, pop, I run, Chunky little legs carrying me Out of this nightmare — fast.
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