After The Silence 1996 Novels & Stories

Silent. Staring at her with those dead eyes. More seconds passed. The air in the room felt wrong. Too thick. Too cold. Carmina took a step backward without meaning to. Then another. Her back hit the door. "Killian," she whispered. Nothing. The silence was worse than shouting. Worse than violence. It was the silence before something terrible happens. Carmina's heart was hammering in her chest. Her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold her cane. "Say something," she said.

There's something fragile about how quiet the room is. My phone rings. Timothy. I watch the name blink on the screen, and my fingers tap the green button before I can stop myself. His voice comes through the speaker, too high and yet so soft, “I miss you alrea—” I press the red button so fast, my fingers trembling. My father coughs, a sharp sound that makes my blood run cold. Did he hear?

He asked and as usual everyone laughed at his silly question "Silence" Mrs. Smith cautioned and silence once again took over but in my ear there were so much oozing, I took my earpiece dig it in my ear and start some music, I didn't hear anything until Mrs. Smith called on me and I quickly hide the earpiece. "Are you here?" She asked eyes narrowed at me in question. "Yes ma'am" I answered briskly. "What was the last thing I said?" She asked not believing me, knowing obviously she was thinking of what she said I stole the idea from her thoughts.

" 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.

"Stop mentioning our pup! You don't deserve to!" Dad turned pale instantly. "Did you just make me drink a termination potion?" He suddenly clutched his chest and curled up on the table, looking as if he was in pain. He kept shouting, "No! My mate bond… Sandy, don't leave me!" Mom didn't even look at him. She turned and left the prison. I followed Mom happily, leaving Dad behind with no regrets. I watched Mom pull herself out of her grief. She gradually began to reclaim her life, and she made many new friends.

We were the silence coming after. And silence always wins.

Bleeding. SILENCE

The silence that followed wasn’t heavy anymore. It was holy!

Diane The silence after the gunshot is a living entity. It settles, dense, heavy, replacing the very air. It absorbs the last echo of my own broken voice, the guards' grunts, Volkov's breathing. It clings to the padded walls, the silk drapes, making everything deaf, muffled, unreal.

“You tell me to relax after I get dragged off the street by strangers.” He didn’t say a word, and that silence felt louder than the engine. It took a few more minutes before the driver said, “We lost them.” Damien didn’t respond right away. He leaned back slowly, hands still tense, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. Then he nodded once. “Keep going anyway.” The quiet that followed was strange. It wasn’t peace. It was the kind of quiet that comes after something violent when the body’s still buzzing but the world has stopped moving.