A Silent Voice Mom Novels & Stories

I said softly. I touched my chest lightly, breathing in and out as I continued. “It’s strange, Mom. It’s like whenever he speaks, his voice is the only one I can hear clearly in my head. Other voices sound normal, but his…” I paused and brushed my tongue over my lips nervously. “…his voice feels warm. It feels safe. I felt calm, like he was someone I knew for a long time, even though I don’t remember much.” Mother exhaled deeply as if she had been holding her breath for too long.

Only the cruel, still silence of the kitchen. “Mom… it’s me… ! I’m so sorry I didn’t listen to you… please wake up!” I screamed, my voice cracking, echoing off the walls, bouncing back at me like a cruel joke. But there was no movement from her. Nothing but silence. She was gone. Gone forever. “Mom… Mom… please…” I pleaded, my chest heaving so hard it hurt, tears blinding me. My hands shook as I reached for her, wishing I could pull her back, wishing I could rewind everything, wishing I’d been able to save her.

“We can’t meet each other if we’re both awaken. But at times like this wherein we’re both put down to slumber, this is the time where we can have a free communication. It’s quite annoying, but it is how it’s supposed to be. Mom created an aggravating algorithm. But I can’t complain at all.” Mom? Who is she talking about? Am I thinking what she is thinking? Xiao remained confused but she didnʼt want to fire questions either. Especially to someone she couldnʼt see. It was just a voice of someone she couldnʼt even spot where itʼs coming from. It was weird for her to ask a stranger. For her, thatʼs just ridiculous. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Oh come on. Don’t you have any idea

My mother's voice left no doubt as she unleashed her wrath, "Julie, you are the most foolish woman on this planet and you have lost a truly exceptional person. I never want to see you anywhere near my son again, you wretched bitch!" The house was cloaked in eerie silence, only broken by the clarity of Julie's voice on the other end of the phone. As the call ended with an abrupt click, the weight of the moment settled heavily in the air, a palpable tension filling the room. Despite the pain and hurt that enveloped me, I found solace in my parents' unwavering support.

He said and I nodded at him dismissively. He stepped out, slamming the door behind him, leaving me alone with the thoughts I didn’t want to fucking deal with. I feel the silence hitting in the moment he was out. I leaned back against the seat, letting my eyes slip closed, while I exhald slowly. The city buzzed faintly outside, but I blocked it all out. And then—like it always did when the world went quiet—the voice of my mother crawled in. Soft yet in pain while she cried for justice

“And it worked every time?” “Every time,” I confirmed as I swung my legs off the bed and stood up. He got out of bed, his steps quiet as he approached me. “Alright, let’s give it a try.” I turned to him, lifting a finger to my lips. “But we have to be really quiet. My mom, even when she’s sleeping, has this uncanny ability to hear noises from a mile away. We do not want to wake her up.” Julian smirked and mimicked zipping his lips. “Got it. Silent as a ghost.”

The wind rustled the bare trees yet she remained silent while distant children's laughter echoed through the park. At last she drew a deep breath before beginning to speak. You look well. ” The greeting presented to me diverged from my expectations yet I accepted it nevertheless. I—I’m okay. The baby is healthy. ” A narrow line formed by her lips as she nodded. That is good. ” An oppressive silence expanded between us once more, creating an unendurable atmosphere. My capacity to endure reached its limit beyond which I found myself unable to continue. "Mom, I beg you... initiate communication with me, please. I know you’re upset but—”

It wasn't until the elevator doors slid open that I found my voice again. "I want... I want to terminate." My mother's gaze bore into mine, a torrent of unspoken emotions swirling in her eyes. But she remained silent, pushing me gently into the elevator. With a press of the button, the doors closed, enveloping us in a cloak of silence as we descended to the ground floor. It was then, amidst the oppressive stillness, that my mother finally turned to me, her expression a canvas of unreadable emotions. "I refuse to believe you just uttered such nonsense," Mom's voice cut through the tension, disbelief lacing every word.

A baby somewhere in the crowd began to cry, a thin, piercing wail, and then was quickly, almost violently, hushed. Then there's absolute silence. A silence so heavy it felt like a presence, pressing in on them all. The Queen Mother raised her arms, slowly, like old branches reaching for a forgotten sun. Her voice, now words, rang clear and chilling, cutting through the heavy air with the sharpness of winter ice. Each syllable seemed to etch itself onto the very air, carrying immense weight.

Kim is sitting in the backs and currently on the phone with someone I couldn't guess who. Before, I used to know. Mom glances at me. “What?” I ask her. “Nothing. You're just being quiet.” I reach over and turn the radio on. “I'm just...you know...I need this silence.” When I feel like I came a bit harsh, I say, “I mean with everything that is going on, I don't think it's that easy to find the words to say mom.” “It's fine.” She says while she reach her hand to mine. Then she places it back to the steering wheel. Her eyes are fixed on the road as she says, “I know. I understand.”