STORY STARTER
Submitted by K. Alejandra
There is a person who collects silences of all kinds. Like the moments right before someone confesses their love, the silence after laughter, or even the silence following the death of a loved one. One day they find a silence they weren’t supposed to find...
the weapon that won the earth.
it wasn’t sharp, not really.
more like a petal that refused to wilt.
She carried it across the hate-filled earth,
the way one might cradle a candle, guarding its flame.
wherever she struck,
flowers rose in apology,
and hatred found itself unable
to remember why it stayed.
people whispered:
you can’t fight with such a thing.
but she did.
and the world softened around her attacks.
for her weapon of choice was love.
and with it, she waged war against
the hate and the fear,
the pain and the rage
that besieged the land.
