Sunday, April 29, 2007
sometimes all that's required to destroy someone or something is a whisper. a vilely, poisonous whisper into the right ears at the right time. to do this one needs to have an inimical sense of destiny & a willingness to pay the price. a forced death, albeit on the non-physical, is violence still. it's very sly actually. it requires an almost psychic knowledge of the victim. once you know, the action takes only a whisper. beware of such people. especially those who wield this power with great self-restraint. also once you walk this road there's no turning back.
Labels: fiction
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