A Psalm Of Storms And Silence Novels & Stories

nothing. Or more exactly, he felt the absence of something. An unceasing hum which he had never known continued to exist, a throb so gentle and persistent that he had confused it with silence. It was the aftermath of a storm which had already passed beyond the horizon, its distant thunder finally dying into plain silence.

The violence of the storm was now a memory, a phantom tremor in their bones. He guided the plane into a dilapidated hangar at the far end of the strip, its corrugated metal walls rattling in the wind that still howled down from the peaks. The instant the engine spooled down into silence, the world became unnervingly quiet, a stillness broken only by the drumming of rain on the metal roof and the ragged sound of their own breathing. Neither of them moved. The confession-I'm so scared I might want someone I shouldn't-was heavy in that stagnant air, as thick and unresolved as could be. It had been much easier to disregard, inside that roaring cacophony of the storm. Here, in this profound quiet

TRIGGER WARNINGS: DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND BULLYING CONTAINED IN THIS CHAPTER. I open my mouth, but no words come out. An invisible hand pulls where my chest should be. I close my mouth, blink, and try again. “Did we… um—” He doesn’t let me finish. “No, we didn’t do anything,” his smile turns almost bashful. He moves his face closer to mine, like he’s about to say something, and I take a breath, moving back instinctively.

"I've thought of that already. It's no big deal. I'll be fine anyway. We'll be fine, okay. Stay calm." I was quiet for a while. I had a bad feeling, my instincts weren't pessimistic about our stay there. I tried to distract myself but the silence wasn't helping. Then I remembered a verse I loved, from the bible that I even made into a song. Unconscious, I began to recite out loud. ✝ Psalms 91:5 "I shalt not be afraid of the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day; Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness;

She then sang with everything she had in her. ‘Fools said I, you do not know Silence like cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that I might reach you. But my words, like silent raindrops, fell And echoed in the wells of silence. And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming And the sign said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls And whispered in the sound of silence. ‘

" Shane closed his eyes in pain. His head hung low, and his voice was hoarse. "I know it's all my fault. "I just hope I can stay by your side. "I don't mind being treated like a stranger. I'll just watch over you two in silence." I said nothing. After turning around, I walked to the window and watched the sky gradually turn dark. "Leave, and don't come back." Shane stood frozen there for a long moment. Only when I repeated my dismissal did he stagger away. His silhouette with the scenery of sunset behind him looked lonely and desolate.

"Let the sunshine find us" Silence envelopes the whole room, suffocating silence. I could feel waves of anger, radiating from Ophelia, it was too much to bear. The intensity was beyond a regular person's reaction. I peer at her, through my tear-soaked eyelashes. She wasn't moving from her seat, staring blankly into space. I could feel the wheels in her head rotating, the reality sinking in, the pain unfolding. "Tell me your lying." She finally whispered. I stay silent, scared of her outburst.

Make noise. The command lodges in my chest. Burns. Not just words. A lifeline thrown across an impossible gulf. Noise. In the silence. How? My voice is gone, stolen. My fists hitting the bulkhead? Swallowed instantly. Meaningless. But the scars… they hum. They vibrate. Against the silence. They feel… resonant. Like plucking a string stretched taut across nothingness. Anchor points.

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

"Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence And in the naked light, I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence "Fools", said I,