Whispers & Mutterings

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The Broken Journal of Whispers

The things the website says when it thinks you’re not listening.

P.B. Young2025-04-20T15:38:42+00:00

I thought it was a dream. Until it apologised.

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I never learned to swim, but I drown beautifully.

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She plants secrets in flowerpots.

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He said 'forever' like it was a flavour.

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No one noticed when the clocks began to whisper, too."

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They left the door open, but I still knocked.

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The walls don’t listen. They remember.

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That’s not what I meant. But it’s too late now, [...]

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The painting doesn’t mind being stared at. It’s just tired [...]

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The camera only catches the moments you’ve already forgotten. It [...]

P.B. Young2025-04-20T08:38:19+00:00

The grapes insist they’ve never been sweet. They’re just pretending [...]

P.B. Young2025-04-20T08:36:53+00:00

The film reel has stopped rolling. But the shadows continue [...]

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THE SPELLBINDER

Rooted in quiet places, I craft worlds from glances, ghosts, and growing things.
I write from somewhere in the middle; not quite here, not quite there.
This is where I leave the door slightly ajar.
Welcome to the hush behind the veil.

WHISPERS

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Mirror

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Red Shoes

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Teaspoon

STEP IN

THE BAZAAR,

Where trinkets, tales, and treasures hum when touched,

The Mysterious Bazaar.

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