A Silent Voice Pfp Novels & Stories

a voice yelled. I quickly stopped and turned my head back to see who had just called out my name. I quickly recognized her. She was the same girl that I had seen talking with Hendrik on the stairs a day before. “Thank god you stopped,” she said between gasps. “You are Rin, right?” “Ye…yeah,” I slowly replied. I realized that she looked even more younger than fifteen years. Yep she was pretty too. Long brunette hair, honey eyes and red lips. The thousand red tattoos kind of made her more attractive and matured.

I really hate that word but I loathe baby even more. Nick stood there quietly analysing me. "I guess.....I'm sorry?" he asked as he cocked his head to the side to look at me but I waved him off. "But technically, my room is painted black with Gray strikes because the darkness soothes me," he said and sat down on the swivel chair at my desk. "Now do tell me why a bright student like yourself is still undecided in their senior year. I mean, don't you plan everything out to the bone?" The actual answer to that wasn't something that I could so easily say, so instead I went with the somewhat true version.

“silence.....” “Hey, what’s your name?” Mahira asked again “ What’s in a name,” the caller replied in a soothing ,sexy voice Mahira’s heart fluttered, “umh, ok, what do you want to ask, do you have any song request?” “Has it ever happened to you?” “What?” asked mahira sportingly “ Running away from a situation and causing a havoc in others lives?” The caller asked in a very deep silent tone, so silent that everything felt eerily quiet.

“Geez, even not having to do anything is bugging me.” Walking out of my room the sudden flash of movement caught my eye. “AAAH!" Sil was standing on her door way rubbing her eyes. “Aaaaaahhh.” She repeats unenthusiastically. She was wearing and oversized white t-shirt that had a wolf on it. Under her shirt I saw blue boxers. “Stop scaring me like that then.” I bit back. “I heard you last night.” She said pulling her hands out of her eyes. Her deep green eyes were crystal clear and her black red hair was noticeable. She really likes keeping her hair color a secret, but when the sun hits it, it’s obvious her hair color is unique. I don’t know if I answered her, but I didn’t have too. I just he

he whispers, almost indistinct. ****😔****

Bleeding. SILENCE

The soundwaves seemed to pulse with life, a testament to the enduring power of silence. Ren added a voice loop that night: “Not all echoes begin with words.” She layered the pinecone’s ambient scratch, wind brushing bamboo, and breath held for six seconds. Then she said, softly: “This sound was gifted. We honor it by not asking for more.” Ren’s voice loop was a tribute to the pinecone’s message, a celebration of the beauty of silence and the power of listening. It was a reminder that sometimes, the most profound connections are made not through words, but through the simple act of being present.

--- It would be silent. --- And unstoppable.

For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the sound of my ragged breathing. “I didn’t know a Luna was allowed to scream like that,” a strange masculine voice drawled, breaking the silence. I froze, my head snapping toward the source of the voice. A guy sat casually on the ground, a sketchbook in his hands and a faint smirk playing on his lips. He was dressed entirely in black, his unbuttoned shirt revealing the faint outline of tattoos that curled along his collarbone and disappeared beneath the fabric. A pair of headphones hung loosely around his neck, and his dark hair fell messily across his forehead, framing his sharp, angular features.