Rage Of Whispers

In a small town called Sutoria, with a population of 3,756 stands a residence isolated from the rest. It occupies almost 2000 acres of land. The Calderón mansion, a Victorian House sits to at least a fourth of their property. It has eighteen bedrooms excluding the maid's quarter and a huge living room with a large chandelier fit for royalty hanging proudly from the ceiling.It has all the basic rooms and function halls that one would only dream of. But what truly makes the mansion magnificent is the huge triangular-shaped garden at the back. It houses the most unique looking flowers and trees, some of which are not even native to the continent, how the Calderons managed to keep them alive remains a mystery to the town's people.The master of the house, Arthur Calderon and his wife Althea are both warm and gentle people, willing to open their home for anyone in need. They have three children, Marco—the eldest, a small pale-faced boy who alw

Doctor Augustus Mori stood behind the curtain-less window of his office, face almost kissing the stained window glass.He stared with crease forming on his forehead at the sight below. There he stood, the young doctor which he so desperately wanted, needed truth be told.He ran a hand on his balding hair and took a deep breath. "Lord forgive me," he whispered—his words uttered with utmost conviction.He put on his white coat and fixed the falling eyeglasses from the bridge of his nose. He prepped the folders on his table and sat motionless waiting for his new employee.Dr Zackary Salvador walked silently behind a petite framed girl. Her nurse uniform was too short for his liking, instead of white stockings this one wore black. Her hair is tied up in a bun making her look older than her age. A stud earring graced both her earlobes.She greeted him and Damien at the front door a few minutes back and informed him that the head psychiatrist is waiting

The first rays of the sun lit up his room. The dawn chorus of melodic birds drifted in, mingling with orange and lemon scent in the air.Dr Zackary shifted lightly on his bed, rubbed his eyes, gently got out from the comfort of his white blanket, switched on the lamp beside his bed and took slow short strides towards the window. He draw open the curtains, and with bleary eyes saw a pearly glow in the sky.Another day had dawned, bringing with it new hopes and aspirations. He knows his life was never an easy one. He struggled, crawled and duelled with fate just to get by. He managed to finish his studies without the aid of his parents, parents who were never there, to begin with.Today, he will begin his life as Dr Zackary Salvador, a psychologist who's hired by a world-renowned Doctor. He took in the sight before him, how majestic the forest appear in the morning sun, the trees casting large faint shadows on the lawn, leaves swaying by the breeze which freely li

Dr Zackary tried his best to finish his meal in silence, despite the incessant blabbering of the boy before him. Delfin is a 19-year-old teen who was an orphan from a town called Nirra, located a few miles from the hospital.He is an errand boy and was a petty thief, before one of the nurses from the same town took him in, and introduced him to a job in the hospital. He is still an errand boy, but with better living arrangements, he deduced.Zackary, despite having his attention aimed at his food, managed to subtly study the young man.He has dark brown hair, his obsidian eyes are deep-set and have what looks like permanent eye bags gracing his face. His skin is tanned and possessed quite a big built body for his age.His mouth? Well, Zackary would rather spend his meal with Damien, because the boy beside him now seemed to have swallowed a cat in heat with his nonstop stories.A few minutes later, Zackary finished his meal. He asked Delfin if he co

Blue skies, red clouds, constant shining sun, void of darkness.Bright.. Everything is always bright.. Birds sang with words. The tree above her moved its leafy branch to give her shade. She looked up to it and gave her gratitude. Eyes opened from its trunk and smiled at her as he shifted her gaze on a grazing white deer. She never knew white deers existed. But in this world, she learned to expect the unexpected. The grass changed color, the moon sometimes have a twin, casting crimson hues, but there was never darkness. The sun sets before her eyes, yet its glowing light remains. The moon rises, but bathes in eternal sunshine. The landscape changes sporadically. Sometimes she's on top of a mountain or plateau, floating in an ocean or bathing in a desert. It never mattered to her what form it took, because it made her happy. Every time she finds the opportunity to enter the door that leads to her little piece of heaven, she t