A Silent Voice Mom Novels & Stories

Her breath shuddered. And for a moment, I thought maybe she’d heard me, maybe she’d wake up, her eyes bright again, her smile warm. But the moment passed. Her chest rose once more, slow and shallow. Then nothing. I felt the absence immediately. The silence was so loud it rang in my ears. “Mom?” I whispered, my heart stumbling. Nothing. I leaned closer, my palm pressed to her sternum, willing it to lift again. Please. Just one more breath. Just one more.

[Melancholy] SIERRA "Isn’t that crazy, mom? How can you not be my mother? You raised me. You birthed me. Right?" My mother hadn't moved or spoken since I said it. Why? Why was she so silent? Her eyes flitted between the table, the wall behind my head, and her hands but not my face. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. "Mom," I croaked, tears welling in my eyes. "Are you not my mom?" My voice was so soft and broken that I barely recognized it.

The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of my racing thoughts. I felt Mommy's comforting presence beside me, her gentle touch caressing my shoulder, offering solace in the midst of uncertainty. "Mom, did he hear us?" I whispered, my voice trembling with unspoken prayers and unshed tears. In that moment of shared vulnerability, as we stood by Daddy's side, I found strength in the silent bond that united us, a beacon of hope amidst the shadows of doubt and fear. Title: A Mother's Love and Unspoken Guilt

My voice, once steady, now trembled and faltered, giving way to the overwhelming feelings that had been building up inside me. " It's ok. Now, where are you?" " Am trying to get out of his estate. He pushed me out!!" My voice coming out cranky every minute,my legs all wombling, her silence adding the pain. I can see what mum is doing right now. I know her. Her silence means a lot, she doesn't want me in pain but I have no one to go to right now. " Hei, stop right there, your dad is coming right away. Don't move an inch there, ok". Her motherly voice trying to heal the pain but seems it's not working.

"Hey, you're crying, mom. Does that mean you understand me, can you really hear me?" With all her effort, Meghan nodded her head in a positive response. "Oh God, thank you, thank you, thank you..." JoJo held her and helped her up, putting her into a comfortable sitting position like she'd been trying to do. She opened her mouth ready to lay it all out, everything she knew, everything she had, but the words were coming out silent.. Her biggest fear with her game of silence was coming through in that moment. The one time she needed her damn voice to save her child, and it wasn't working, she was fucking soundless.

A silent ‘you’ve got this’. Mom set her fork down slowly, like she was handling glass. “Rae… honey. Who the hell is this person?” I swallowed—throat suddenly dry even though I’d barely touched my orange juice. My heart was hammering so hard I was sure everyone could hear it. But I didn’t look away. Not from her. Not from any of them. “Uhm…” I started, voice softer than I meant it to be. “It’s… not really your time to know who the person is yet, Mom.”

Faint, muffled, but clear as day in the dead silence. "Anthonio? Are you down there? I heard voices…" Eva. My mother.

The couch doesn't warm me up as it did at three in the morning. I sit with my hands on my lap waiting for my mom to say something. After our silent breakfast, Crystal went up to my room. My mom wanted to talk. So we've been like this for a couple of minutes now. I haven't said a word and neither has she. I don't go inside her mind, or speak telepathically, that's what started this awkward silence. I glance at her, and she's looking at me blankly. It's more like she is looking through me like she is in a faraway memory.

everyone present fell silent immediately. "Mommy?"

"She adored that boy. It was impossible to spend more than a few minutes with her without hearing a story about him. If he learned a new word, she told everyone. If he fell and scraped his knee, she worried for days. Every decision she made somehow came back to him." The smile faded as quickly as it had appeared. "Now..." I whispered, "it's as though that part of her has vanished." Theorone leaned back in his chair, his fingers loosely clasped. "Or it's the part that hurts the most." I looked at him. "You think speaking about him is too painful?" "I think we don't know enough to reach any conclusion." He held my gaze for a moment before continuing. "But I do know this. A mother's silence can