Story 1

(This is loosely connected to the story I wrote)

She couldn't take the silence.

She tried making any noise possible. She punched the walls until her knuckles bled; when they did, she screamed. Still, no sound could be heard.

And yet she had to do something. Anything that would release the ocean of words that churned inside her head, inside her heart, because she just couldn't stand the silence any longer.

So, when her throated healed from the intense screaming, she sang. She created a waterfall from her mouth, and she sang. She sang the entire ocean, even the deepest truths she couldn't face.

She sang, and sang, and sang, and sang, even when she could no longer comprehended what exactly she was saying.

When she sang the last drop, she dropped down to the--water?

The ocean now filled her room. She was millimeters away from the ceiling.

She thought that facing your fears would make her feel better (because that was apparently everyone's advice).

It didn't help.

It only made her more afraid of the ocean.