A Silence Haunts Me Novels & Stories

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.

"If my mom hadn't forced me, I wouldn't have touched her! "You know why we married so fast? Because she wouldn't even let me touch her! "I was just curious—she gets aphasia when she's emotional, right? So what about in bed? Can she even make a sound? Hahaha." Boom— The thunder hit like it was aimed at me. Like something inside me just ripped apart. I wanted to vanish. To curl up somewhere no one could see me. But where? It was all rain. All thunder. All his voice, laughing.

" 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.

"I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you" Minutes pass by, and nothing happens. The whole place was quiet, and the only sounds were that of our silent breathing. My mind was racing out of focus. The anxiety of it all was crippling. I wanted to hear the sirens that said that everything was clear. We sit in silence for a whole hour, but nothing happens. Suddenly my mind goes to Scarlet and Ian's family, who lived in the same area. I send a prayer up to the heavens, praying to keep them safe.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized just how unsettling this eerie stillness was. With a mischievous glint in my eye, I decided to shatter the silence, my voice booming through the empty halls as I proclaimed, "Hey, hey, ya boy Ramses is here, anybody home?!" The words echoed back to me, a haunting reminder that I was, for the moment, utterly alone.

Silence descended once more. I had always loved silence. The calming type that comes with the soft sound of the wind and the crickets singing. The type that calms the heart. But this wasn't that type. This was the soul-shattering type. The type where you're left to wonder and think if you're still sane. The type that feels as though, despite everywhere being quiet, there are voices calling to you. The same type of silence that calls to me now. The type that instil fear.

Ariana, my heart whispered, as my mind struggled to accept the horrific scene before me. The silence was oppressive, pressing down on me like a weight. I couldn't hear the frantic conversations of the officers or the distant wail of emergency vehicles. Even the city, usually a cacophony of life, seemed to hold its breath. The only sound was the pounding of my own heartbeat, a relentless reminder of my existence in this nightmare. I wanted to scream, to break the suffocating silence, but no sound came out. My throat was a desert, dry and parched, incapable of producing the noise that roared inside me. The world had stopped, leaving me in this frozen moment of horror and loss.

The sky is whole, but the stars are dimmer, as if mourning what was lost. I walk, the static in me a faint hum, a reminder of the battles fought and the ones yet to come. The Silence never ends. It *waits*.

Sandino: “Money buys a lot of silence. That’s the real flex.” Inside the penthouse the silence was not bought so much as enforced. Two floors down, Raphaël lay awake longer than he should have, the memory of her weight on his lap and the soft sound of her frustrated hiss replaying against his better judgment. He had made the only choice that kept him employed and breathing. He still whispered the same three words into the dark.

The grief was a living thing inside me, a hungry creature gnawing at my insides. The grand silence of the mansion was oppressive as I stepped inside. The heavy oak doors closed behind me with a muffled thud, sealing me in. The walls seemed to close in, the emptiness around me echoing the hollow cavern of my heart. Every step I took on the marble floor was a lonely echo. The silence was louder than any noise, a constant, humming pressure that threatened to shatter the fragile peace I had fought so hard to maintain.