Chalk Dust Whispers

Mira Chen’s fingers were stained with charcoal as she hunched over her sketchbook, her dark hair falling in a curtain around her face. The art room was quiet except for the scratch of pencils and the occasional rustle of paper. Ms. Lowell’s soothing voice floated through the space as she made her rounds, offering gentle critiques and words of encouragement. “Remember to consider negative space,” Ms. Lowell said, pausing beside Mira’s desk. “Sometimes what you don’t draw is just as important as what you do.” ...

April 30, 2025 · 15 min · Mitch Hargrove

The Whispering Chalkboards

Professor Aldric’s chalk screeched across the board as he scrawled a series of dates in his spidery handwriting. The sound made half the class wince, but the eccentric history teacher seemed oblivious to their discomfort. He turned to face the room, his wild gray hair sticking out at odd angles and his tweed jacket covered in a fine dusting of chalk. “Now then,” he said, peering at the students over the rims of his wire-framed glasses. “Who can tell me the significance of these years?” ...

April 12, 2025 · 16 min · Mitch Hargrove

The Whispering Peaks

The wind howled through the jagged crevices of the Whispering Peaks, carrying with it an eerie melody that sent shivers down Lena’s spine. She pulled her jacket tighter around her body, her breath visible in the crisp mountain air. Beside her, Marcus consulted the worn map they’d been following for the past three days. “We should be nearing the summit,” he said, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Another hour, maybe two.” ...

April 9, 2025 · 9 min · Mitch Hargrove

The Whispers of Neon Alley

Zara Chen stood at the mouth of the alley, her eyes straining to pierce the darkness beyond the neon-lit entrance. The garish pink and blue glow from the signs above cast strange shadows, transforming the narrow passage into a surreal urban canyon. She took a deep breath, steeling herself before stepping forward. The click of her boots on damp pavement echoed off graffiti-covered walls as she ventured deeper. Her fingers tightened around the small recorder in her coat pocket - a habit born from years as an investigative journalist. Every sense was on high alert, searching for any clue that might crack open her latest story. ...

November 17, 2024 · 13 min · Mitch Hargrove