Sh-sh-sh | Teen Ink


September 10, 2010
By Cotillion_Reject GOLD, Germantown, Tennessee
Cotillion_Reject GOLD, Germantown, Tennessee
15 articles 4 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
I wish my life had a syllabus!

She’s silent. She speaks in whispers that my ears can barely perceive. I ask her about her life and she whispers to me. I can’t help but smile because everything she says is like a secret that only I can hear. We walk down the hall and we chat, my voice ringing out and hers murmuring. What did you say? I ask her as we pass a group of noisy students. She shakes her head.

Sometimes she speaks up. It’s nice to listen to her talk. Her voice reminds me of flowing water, crystalline and cool. She speaks of the unknown – she tells me stories of other worlds. And I listen because these moments are rare. But as soon as she realizes the volume of her voice, she lowers it again. Sh-sh-sh. I ask her to repeat herself, but she shakes her head.

What she lacks in vocal intensity, she makes up with music. I hear her play. She sits and moves her hands up and down and up and down. She plays until her hands blister. She plays till her fingers turn green from the strings of her guitar. She doesn’t mind of course. Everyone who heard her, goes up to her and tells her that she is so talented, so good at playing. I ask her the name of the song. She shakes her head.

Sometimes, I want to tell her to shout. Sometimes, I want to tell her to slam her hand down on the table and tell everyone to listen. But I don’t because I know she won’t. She will whisper excuses. She will only shake her head.

I ask myself how such a talented, clever mind can be kept so silent. How can such emotion be kept from the world? And even though I look on with pity, I know that there’s still hope, because one day when she finally finds her voice, it will be the world’s turn to whisper.

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on Sep. 19 2010 at 2:31 pm
Annieboo SILVER, Salt Lake City, Utah
7 articles 5 photos 55 comments

Favorite Quote:
Some one who gets tricked is a fool. Some one who trusts is an even bigger fool. But if you get tricked and tricked again...and still trust...that's makes you the best person to know.

It was beautiful. Your writing flows well and is interesting enough to keep me reading. I also like your choice of topic. Many people just ignore the people who are shy or whisper. They don't know that when they do find a voice, the whole world begins to tremor.

on Sep. 13 2010 at 8:33 pm
NeverCaredForKool-Aid GOLD, Elkridge, Maryland
13 articles 0 photos 531 comments

Favorite Quote:
I don't believe in hell but I believe in my parent's couch-- Watsky

It's rare to find pure beauty in a piece.

But I did it.

And you wrote it.

This was just amazing.  Writing is a beautiful art, and when your writing about muxic, something equally magical, and you do it well, then that's called 'breathtaking.'  Which this was.  I mean, the words just flowed and passion just bursted and the ending was, well, I'll just say if I were talking to you instead of writing this comment, I'd be whispering.

5 stars.  And I'm favoriting this.


After reading your work, I feel cheap askiing this, but can you look at my story 'Encounter'?  I just really want to hear what you would say

This was amazing