A Silent Voice Mom Novels & Stories

Every sound echoed ominously, amplifying the silence that hung over us like a death sentence. Hollis was just ahead, his broad shoulders rigid, his fists clenched at his sides. He didn’t speak, but the determination etched into his face mirrored the storm raging in my chest. I didn’t need words from him; I just needed him to keep going, to lead us to our children. Then, I heard it—a faint sound, barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Mom?" I froze, the whisper hitting me like a jolt of electricity. That voice. I’d know it anywhere.

I'm here for you. Vihaan fidgets, feeling the weight of unspoken emotions. He takes a deep breath as if contemplating opening up, but instead, he simply nods again. VIHAAN (whispers) I know, Mom. With that, he abruptly leaves the kitchen, leaving his mother with a mixture of worry and understanding on her face. She watches him go, knowing that sometimes silence speaks louder than words.

Fear. I lean back in my chair, rubbing at my jaw. I’m not surprised she’s angry. I’m not even surprised she found this number eventually. My mother has always been quiet in the open, but her silences aren’t empty, they listen, they collect, they hoard things others miss. Still, my pulse stays flat. My tone, even. I don’t know how to speak to her any other way. “You’ve been trying to reach me,” I say. It isn’t a question.

“Please don’t shut me out. Just listen to me and reason with me, mum. Please…” She didn’t look back and just walked out of the door without giving me the chance to talk. She didn’t even slam the door. She just left with terrifying calm, which I know was more lethal than her shouting and screaming at me. That was one thing about my mom. She would rather scream at you if it’s not a big deal and get over it but once she goes silent, then it’s something that angered her to the core. I knew all my words had fallen on deaf ears; she was pissed beyond control and didn’t want to hurt me with her words, which was why she kept silent.

Her mother spoke holder her jaw tightly but she frowned and jerked her hand off. ( Can you see this despicable woman in the TV? Who is it? It's you or your ghost? ) She disturbed her from seeing the TV.... she wants to see.... she wants to hear.... stop... stop this sound please...... she got frustrated but still tried her best to listen. "Zaviyaar Hamdani-" Shhhh........ Her breathing stopped..... her actions stopped..... the ringing stopped.... the throbbing stopped......everything stopped.... it all went silent.... Silence.... just silence through the whole body.

My stomach churns, dread settling into my bones. “Mom?” My voice cracks as I whisper into the silence. There’s no answer. Sometimes, I see her. Sometimes, she’s a silhouette against the dark warning me to run. Other times, I just hear her voice, whispering things I don’t understand. But right now—nothing. Just the suffocating weight of this place pressing down on me.

A silent promise, a reminder that I wasn't facing this alone. The seconds stretched endlessly. No one spoke. The silence became almost unbearable. For a brief moment, I wondered if they had heard me at all. I opened my mouth, preparing to repeat myself but before I could say another word, my mother finally found her voice. And when she spoke, her voice was barely more than a whisper. "Elyssa... W-What did you just say?" Tears suddenly filled her eyes.

Sienna Breaking through the loud music buzzing in my headphones and the vivid scenery I was halfway through painting, Mom's voice cut sharply into my bubble. "Sienna, Jacob forgot this file! Why don't you take it to him?" It never fails—Mom's voice, I mean. No matter how loud my music is or how absorbed I am in my work, her voice always finds its way through. Honestly, I've started to suspect she isn't human. Or maybe she's just perfected the art of shouting at the exact pitch that penetrates even the most deafening musical choices.

This time he could hear him, not see him. “Mom, can I come with you?” his tiny voice was barely audible. His mom probably hadn't heard, she didn't give a response. “M- mom…” **Kid, you need to speak a little higher. She can't hear you like that.** He said to himself wishing he could be heared. “Mom, I–” “Darling, mom’s going to be out for a few days so be a good boy and be nice to daddy, okay?” Her sweet voice came through.

I understand that her attempts to lighten the mood come from a good place, but every word that leaves her lips somehow makes me feel worse than before, and I know for sure the look is apparent on my face. The silence speaks for itself. "Look, Lilith. I-" "Mom? Is it too late to head back home?" I said it. I finally said it. The car fell to a deafening silence the very second I uttered those silly words. I can't see her expression, and I don't think I want to either. I can feel the air become thick and frigid with suspense. And mom is just so…quiet. The silence remains. But as soon as it begun, it ends as mom speaks with utter exhaustion, as if her words are grasping for strength that it no l