A Psalm Of Storms And Silence Novels & Stories

Tomorrow night, I would leave Sicelia. After finishing my last shift and collecting my pay, I walked out of the restaurant. A familiar black Lamborghini was parked at the entrance to the plaza. Before I could step closer, fireworks suddenly lit up the sky over downtown Palemore. Then, countless drones formed words in the night sky. [SALVATORE LOVES IRENE FOREVER!]

The moment the room fell back into a quiet, shadowed dark, the invisible wire in my chest gave another sharp, violent jerk. Across the Blackwater Sea, hidden deep within the unnatural fog of the archipelago, the identical frequency was pulsing in the dark. It was days away, delayed by the tides and the cold, but the connection was tightening. As Silas's breathing leveled out into the heavy rise and fall of sleep, I lay wide awake in the dark, my eyes locked on the western window, waiting for a storm that had already claimed half my soul.

I was met with a punch to my face which knocked me down, the punches kept coming as I curled up like a foetus. Suddenly the pounding stopped, I didn’t dare to look up and was praying he had left me alone but I could still hear him moving about beside me. Just then I was turned onto my back, barely able to move a muscle I opened my eyes and there he was, the monster stood naked and stripping my lower body. I fought against him. “Please no” I pleaded but my voice was barely a whisper. “keep fucking still you little slut” he said as I felt another strike across my face.

He spoke in such a way that showed he was not going to be awake in the next minute. I had never appreciated silence so much until that night. After eating the last bite of the salmon, I sat there for a moment at the table, surrounded by gleaming silverware and polished wood, letting the calm wash over me. The chaos from the evening, the near-assault, the run for my life, all of it felt like a distant storm now. My state of mind was far better than the way it was when I faced Koscofv. But my never dying instinct reminded me that this feeling of comfort was deceptive. I knew peace like this never lasted long. Not in Storm’s world. Not even in mine.

You are nothing without— I cut it off with a flick of my hand. Reality tears. Its scream splinters into static as the world folds around it like paper. And then— Silence. Not peace. Not yet. Just the sharp, shivering stillness after a storm. I stand in the center of a scarred earth, power dripping from my skin like molten gold, my breath a furnace in the frozen air. Kael whispers my name again. Barely audible. Broken. I don’t turn.

The echo of the forest’s rage lingered — trees clawing at me, the earth splitting, the wind shrieking. Within the blink of an eye, silence draped itself over everything — A heavy, dead silence. Its wifht pressed down even much more, draining life our of me. But with every passing moment that life slips out of me, it feeds this dead silence like a zombie feeds on brains. And so, this silent wasn't dead anymore. It now had a pulse. I might still be a subject to delusion because it felt like this silence had a voice too. I heard a faint hum rolled through the emptiness until suddenly a flicker of light exploded through the air.

When I saw the happy smile on Mom's face, I suddenly felt myself becoming lighter. I gently caressed her smiling, happy face, and I silently gave her my best wishes. "Mom, you have to be happy forever!" A crystal-clear tear slid slowly down Mom's cheek and fell into my palm. However, my body soon began to become as transparent as the teardrop itself, until I finally disappeared into the air.

“You need a break, sweetheart. Not just the kids but everything. Honestly, an hour or two isn’t enough, but it is a start.” “Max.” she smiled, “I mean, of course, thank you, but I really am fine.” “Sweetheart, no, you aren’t. you have jumped from being by yourself with a semi-normal family to having everything normal ripped away to also being with me and having two kids to raise.” Max said softly as he pulled into the parking lot, “That is a lot for anyone to have to deal with but add to the fact the storm is really just beginning, and you are going to be caught in the middle of it. You haven’t had the proper time to deal with everything.”

So on top of my normal duties I'm doing the work of three more people which has led to mistakes being made and has caused some small, silent break downs. With all of this going on and issues I'm having with this app and my "editor" still I have decided to not continue writing at all. It truly is with a heavy heart that I say this to you because writing used to bring me so much joy but now it just feels like another chore that I'm being bogged down with. I know there are authors who go through things like this and just abandon the stories they are currently writing which isn't fair to the readers. That is why I'm writing all of this to explain so you hopefully understand why I have decided to

*****************************POV: Claire********************** --- There’s a certain kind of silence that doesn’t feel safe. Not the comfortable, blanket-wrapped kind that comes after a long day. Not the sweet, post-rain hush where everything smells like earth and renewal. No, this silence is sharp. Like a knife held just out of view. And that morning, it followed me.