A Flawless Silence Summary Novels & Stories

The silence in the plaza of Elysia was thick and heavy, but it was no longer the sterile silence of the Perfect Note. It was the silence of a heart restarting after being still for too long. It was the silence of a thousand people suddenly remembering they had lungs, and that the air could hurt.

JESSICA’S POV I was screamed at by the silence at first. It wasn't a peaceful silence. It was not the silence of a forest at dawn or the gentle silence of the Den, after a night of passion. It was a thick, stuffy vacuum--a vacuum without air, a vacuum that was sterile, and could squeeze my eardrums until they burst.

"In it. Alone." She looked at him. At the water on his face. At the way his shirt stuck to his shoulders. At his eyes, watching her with that intensity she'd come to recognize. "We're not alone," she said quietly. "No." He met her eyes. "We're not." The rain hammered the ground. Thunder rumbled again, closer this time. The world narrowed to this doorway, this moment, these two people. Neither spoke. The silence wasn't empty. It was full. Full of everything they hadn't said. Full of all the moments that had led here.

I say, and he laughs. “I guess not.” I can’t help but smile. Despite being on a single long table she’s still somehow managed to move her chair away from the table practically hidden behind the others. Moving her chair closer she leans forward and begins to speak. Clear. Confident. Utterly beautiful. The auditorium goes quiet as she puts everyone in a trance; myself included. Silence. Like the first time we met. This woman truly is remarkable.

“For now.” Silas’s smile was a flash of white in the twilight. “Excellent.” And as the creature of silence lunged, our fragile, treacherous alliance began. “For now,” I repeated, the words a promise and a threat woven together. The creature of silence lunged. It didn’t roar; it absorbed sound, creating a vacuum of absolute quiet that rushed toward us. The very light seemed to bend into its form.

Low and deep, the single word carried an unconcealable excitement, yearning, and lust. For a few seconds, absolute silence dominated the clearing. The hoots of the night owls, the whistle of the night breeze, and the constant titters of the night crickets all disappeared. For a brief moment, it was as if time itself had stopped. There was absolute silence. “Mate…it’s you, isn’t it?” The thrilled voice of the entranced female cautiously rang out again, the slight tremble in her tone conveying her nervousness. Thud…thud…

Sometimes they talked about nothing at all—books she loved, the way she grew up by the river, how she believed silence could be a form of prayer. “Not every prayer needs words,” she said once. “Some prayers are just staying.” Taram glanced at her. “Staying is harder than speaking.” “Yes,” she agreed softly. “But it’s also more honest.” Other times, they said nothing at all. Taram discovered something startling: silence with Preye did not accuse him. It did not demand explanations or confessions. It did not ask him to account for the man he used to be or the God he no longer fully trusted. It simply stayed.

I want my life to be clear. The kettle on the stove starts to whistle. It is a high, thin sound. I don't move to stop it. I just stand there in the middle of my room. I am Amara Rose Kline. I have a job. I have a company. I have a voice. But as I look at the box of shredded lies, I feel the old silence trying to come back. It is a different kind of silence this time. It is the silence of someone who doesn't know who to trust. It is the silence of a woman who is still waiting for the truth to be enough.

she said smiling that when she notice my mom's silence, she was hoping she wasn't disliked by my mom. "I've heard a lot about you from Nathan Mrs Howard, and I'm grateful that I finally get to meet you, Thank you for welcoming me here" She spoke warmly and my mom sighed, she really wished she hadn't talked to her but my mom is very nice despite being mad, she stayed cool... "You're welcome miss Tiffany, don't mind me for my silence, I'm just surprised, my son never told me he's got a new girlfriend" She forced a smile, stressing the word 'new' before glancing over to Nathan, Tiffany felt bad that instant.

Panicking, she fiddled with the volume control until the squealing stopped and everything became strangely clear. "How are they?" Jacqueline enquired. She jumped in terror, forgetting she could now hear. "Better than nothing," she signed with a slight smile. "I can actually hear what you say; my hearing had definitely deteriorated as your voice sounded muffled and quiet," she stated. "That is good, one step at a time; those are the strongest ones we have for now; in the future, we will do better," she explained, knowing these did not look good on her, but she was the second Luna with this condition, and they had to do their best to find something that would fit her.