Audible Novels & Stories

I'm battling with him, and interruption right presently will demolish it. The dissent becomes bigger and bigger and afterward begins to shout like a train whistle, high and incredibly irritating. It develops into a lion's thunder, ceaseless with power, releasing its fierceness. The haunting order begins to battle additionally, filling in volume similarly. My head and heart are beating. Seems as though I will be hard of hearing for the following couple of days.

He looked at me with his hazel eyes. "Before we are flag notes, but a beam joined us together. I wonder what our melody sounds like," he said. He closed his eyes. "If you focus, the wind would show you your melody. Close your eyes Reign and focus." I closed my eyes and focused on the sound of the wind. Auggie held my hand, and we waited for the wind to come and whisper what our melody sounds like. Our melody sounds like a river, rushing in September, together with the howl of the evergreen.

'' asked Halvir, asking for permission. ''Kak Halvir, can he hear it?'' asked Anindira with a surprised face. Anindira felt confused, the distance was about fifty meters, but he called in a normal voice. ''Um,'' Halvir answered, nodding casually, ''Our hearing is sharp, but he...'' said Halvir while making a gesture as if he was pointing with his eyes, ''His hearing is far above average.'' ''Let's go up, he's already answered...'' said Halvir, informing.

Aiden scolded his brother. “Meaning?” Jack raised his brow in doubt. “You’re using sound transmission in front of Davies? You know those things are like the loud music of a vibrant night club to that boy’s sharp ears, don’t you?” Aiden chuckled. Sound transmission was a method of communication that involved transmitting once voice using vibrations targeted at one particular person. They were usually inaudible to everyone else but the one for him they were intended, but there were special people like Davies who could listen in on voice transmissions no matter how astute one was. Aiden was positive that Davies heard what they had communicated.

I say, and he laughs. “I guess not.” I can’t help but smile. Despite being on a single long table she’s still somehow managed to move her chair away from the table practically hidden behind the others. Moving her chair closer she leans forward and begins to speak. Clear. Confident. Utterly beautiful. The auditorium goes quiet as she puts everyone in a trance; myself included. Silence. Like the first time we met. This woman truly is remarkable.

*TESSA* At noon that day,Audrey paid me a visit.I had sent her a text informing her that I was hospitalized. When she walked in,she had a worried look on her face and she kept talking without realizing that I couldn’t hear a word. I brought out my phone and shot her a text. Me:My eardrums are hurt temporarily and I can’t hear anything at the moment. She looked stunned and she quickly replied. Audrey:How did this happen?

Just a signal. “They’re waiting for acknowledgment,” Ezra says. “How can you tell.” “Timing.” Aidan nods. “It pulsed after our analysis.” I blink. “So it listened.” “Yes.” “Can it hear us.” “No,” Aidan says. “Not directly.” “Then how.” “It reads relation, emphasis, attention, intention.” I stare at him. “You’re saying it can’t hear words but somehow understands conversations.” “Yes.” “That is deeply unfair.” The point pulses again. Twice this time.

she instructed. I sighed slowly and awoke my super hearing ability. My ears zoomed in on the closest possible sound. I could hear it too, but I couldn't identify it. I could listen to people talking. The tone of their voices was very exuberant. Then, it hit me. Their voices were too exuberant to be authentic. "The television," I said.

He blushed as he was congratulated. One spectator from afar didn't like any of it. "Fast. Ingenious. Tsk. But he's still deaf. He's useless."

"There are voices of people that linger when their lives are unjustly taken from this earth," Crystal said. "Voices of blood, and people who can't get justice for themselves. These voices belong to the souls of the dead, and the innocent. They can haunt you, torment you, and even try to kill you if they are strong enough. They are like air. They can't be seen. They can't be touched. They can be felt, but mostly through one's hearing. They glide in the air. The strong wind can stop them, and so can fire. Nature doesn't necessarily stop them, but anything too loud for you to hear them can temporarily stop them. And that is why they are called whispers.