I didn’t think I’d need to say it

Her vocal chords were straining as she cried out. It sounded like some kind of unearthly sound, some kind of call to a god of the underworld. I wasn’t sure quite what I’d done to her to produce that sound, but it seemed promising, so I kept going. She grabbed my hair, pulling on it as her body shook. More noises came from her throat and her grip tightened. I kept going, trying not to worry about whether I’d lose any of my hair because of what I was doing to her. Her body was beginning to shake quite violently. The noises weren’t coming any more. She seemed to be concentrating all her energy on simply gasping for air. I started working faster and slightly harder. I wanted to push her like she’d never been pushed before. I wanted her to reach the edge and fall over it in such spectacular fashion. I wanted her to remember this. I wanted to be something that she would never forget. Something that she would talk about to others. Something that everything else would be compared to. I wanted this moment to be immortal and for me to be undying with it. I think I may have been asking too much.

-Alice

I’d wandered into your head

I could hear the echoes. They were surrounding me like some baying crowd. Multiple voices in the dark. Calling to me. I couldn’t hear the words. I couldn’t distinguish between them. All I could hear was a maelstrom of vocal sounds. Consonants wrapping aound vowels. Phonetic sounds that made no sense. They could be speaking in any language, speaking any words and it would sound the same. I walked forward, feeling my way in the dark. I had no clue about what I was walking towards. Or even what I was walking away from. I started to wonder if they were really voices. Maybe they were the sounds of rabid wild animals. Maybe I would find myself falling into a waterfall and then the only voice would be my cry as I fell. I wasn’t sure if the voices were getting louder. They were still echoing and surrounding me. They still made no sense. Suddenly one seemed to cut through and it hushed the others. Everything was quiet. Quiet and dark. Then the light hit me along with an eruption of sound. The maelstrom was back but it was clearer this time. I could hear a word. One word, said by every voice. “Surprise!”

-Alice

A bitter war ensues

I could hear it just outside the window. A small, soft, scratching sound. It was intermittent and random. There was no pattern to the sound, but it kept going. Each scratch was a try. An attempt at getting what it wanted. Each scratch more desperate than the last. Each scratch removing a tiny shave of the wood of the door. The scratching carried on, audible above the sound of the wind in the trees outside. If you listened closely, you could hear the soft, tiny, voice that accompanied the scratching. Hear it calling. Hear it carried away by the wind. The scratching was louder though. The scratching was what demanded your attention.The scratching was what called to you. If you imagined hard enough, you could hear words in it. Couldn’t you? You could hear a tiny voice in those scratches. Working in harmony with the creature’s real voice. Begging you. Begging for your attention. Begging to break your will. At that moment, I gave in. I got to my feet and went and opened the door and the small grey shape shot its way into the house. It hurried its way to the lounge and took up its residence. Damn cat took my seat!

-Alice