Opinions ##acrosticChallenge O ne small cat upon the wall "P uss is so cute, fur and all!" "I don't think so, he's a twat" "N o, he's not, he's just a cat." "I think this cat smells really bad." "O h no it doesn't, you've gone mad." "N ow listen here, you all are right, S o SHUT UP NOW, and end this fight!"

The Three Words 2 #TheThreeWords ONE DAY LEFT!!!! At 4:30 tomorrow afternoon, the three words challenge will be CLOSED. (queue mad rush) Good luck!!

Click | Chapter 7 If you've ever had an eyebrow conversation, you'll know how awkward this is. I stand there uncomfortably, hat on the floor, trying to communicate without a voice. " " " " He does the same back. I walk across the room, past him, to the cashier on the counter. I punch in as many numbers as I can, an receive the longest receipt I've ever seen from the top. Using a pen he found in a drawer, we manage to communicate a plan to each other on how to survive until the vote. From then we keep the shop closed, prop the dead shopkeeper up on his seat to make it look like he's just asleep, and camp out in the store room, with blankets and enough food to keep us alive until we can leave. Days pass quickly, and we take turns in keeping watch during the day for any clickers. 23 days until the vote. It's the early hours of morning, and we're just beginning to wake up when the door shatters in the front room. The boy looks at me and I stare back alarmed as we try to throw as much as we can onto the floor to make it look like a burglar, not two stowaways. He grabs my arm and points to the ceiling, where there's a small trapdoor concealed in white plaster. He climbs on my back and punches the door. Small drops of blood are left on the ceiling as we both climb up as the store room wall is obliterated by heavy machine gun fire. Armed Clickers walk into the space below us, and try to make sense of the mess we've made. "He must've been on crack," one voice says, and we hear the footsteps slowly fade away from underneath us. We breathe a sigh of relief and smile, As we look at the other Silencers in the attic.

Click | Chapter 6 It's a stark contrast from where I hide out. The buildings glint like polished silver in the carefully directed sunlight. The first tree I've seen for years opens its boughs and explodes with emerald smudges. Shops are open, the odd Clicker strolls inside. But despite the community atmosphere, I hear no human voices. Just the occasional whispered word brush past my ear on the breeze, nothing more. I notice a large man in a silver Clicker hat out of the corner of my eye inspecting sinisterly each Clicker he meets, so before he can spot me, I make a subtle move to the nearest shop. Inside, an old man who has a face resembling a pug's glances at me through the folds of his eyelids. His voice is frail, but tough, and I can imagine him with a gun. "What do you want." I look away, suddenly remembering I have no voice. He lifts his sagging face to stare at me. "Excuse me, what are you looking for?" Now I'm panicking. I look like a fish with my mouth opening an closing rhythmically. He pulls his rather enormous body out of his seat and slowly waddles towards me. He's smirking as he reaches for a gun in his bulging belt. "Why can't you talk? Cat got your tongue? Or should I say -" His sentence is cut short as he melts onto the wooden floorboards in front of me. I stare wide eyed as I see the silenced rifle poised on the counter. A bloody shoe emerges from the side of the desk, followed by a leg, a torso, And then a boy.

Click | Chapter 5 I am a Clicker. With my strong black hat and dark cape stained with something unpleasant, I rule this planet. If someone confronts me, all I have to do is raise my arm and they'll cower back to where they've been lurking. My #life has never worked better. Well, that's what you would think if you saw me. I am a Silence, walking behind the façade from a dead man. Everyone presumes who I am. Now I can continue with my survival until voting day. I tread softly under bridges and round buildings, all grey and red. As I walk, buildings become darker, dead. And as I peer under the brim of my hat, I see why. Clicker territory. All the earth is run by Clickers, but there are some places the Silenced would never go. And I've just stepped across the snarling threshold.