Awkward Silence Novels & Stories

It was already getting late, and only the slightest hue could be seen but then, he did not mind at all, and as he glared at him, it barely did not make much of a mistake there. He wasn't surprised when Becky followed him there and sat down too, but the strangest thing of all is that, no one dared spoke to the other. Their pride level was just so exaggerated, no one dared start a conversation, it was bizarre to even think that as adults, they behaved like that, and all the time. After about five minutes to sitting in that kind of an awkward silence, Azariah couldn't help it anymore, like seriously, it ached his heart so much that he had several things to say bu

And we just sit there on our ridiculous tiny chairs, watching our son build a cardboard tower with kids who don’t know their playmate’s father is sitting ten feet away, pretending to be a helpful neighbor while everything we’re not saying fills the space between us like flood water. “This is so fucking awkward,” I finally mutter. Dante makes a sound that might be a laugh. “Agreed.” “I hate this.” “Also agreed.” “Stop agreeing with me.” “Why?” “Because it’s annoying.” “Noted.” The silence stretches again, but this time there’s something almost comfortable about it. Like we’ve acknowledged the elephant and now we’re just sitting with it, letting it take up space. Daxton’s cardboard tower colla

"I am okay, Uncle. Thank you for your kind suggestion. I appreciate it." That workaholic woman still denied what she had felt, even though inside, she felt sadness due to her husband's attitude. The interlocutor who heard the sentence could only shrug his shoulders, then continued drinking the red wine that had been delayed. Neither Gregory nor Vanessa has forced the hot chocolate lover to express her feelings. They chose silence while continuing their current activities so that the situation in that room became quiet again and, at the same time, awkward. Abby just glanced at the couple one by one and began to feel the urge to say something to them.

“Just allow me to be a gentleman, alright?” Remaining silent, I watch as he closes the door and then comes around to climb inside, joining me in the cramped space. Instantly, an awkward silence falls around us that leaves me so uneasy that I want to start jabbering just to fill it, but I can’t as I don’t know what will come out of my mouth.

Tense and thickly awkward silence that hang on the air was thick enough for any knife to slit through it. Both The car's occupants were feeling restless due to the tense silence, but none was ready to break the silence before the other. Tatiana was mostly uncomfortable and restless, and she badly wants Damon to say something. She would rather not push the button too far since Damon cared less about her, she will have to behave on his thinking else she might lose her space with him. She needed no one to tell her trick is working, but she needs to be sure by playing innocently and faintly along, though it seems very hard for her.

I say, the words awkward in the stillness of the room. "Do what you need to," Alexander replies, his tone indifferent. I turn and stroll towards the room, the heaviness of his indifference squeezing against my chest. The room feels like it could gulp me down , and the silence is a steady update that this is my life now. A daily existence I didnt request.

I followed her lead. How can I start this awkward conversation? Where I can begin? "Still nervous about meeting his family tomorrow?" She asked. "Huh? Uh yeah. Sort of." Thanks for reminding me of the second problem that was lingering around me. "Relax. You got me behind you." Oh cool. You and I can definitely beat an entire fleet of werewolves. "Thanks." I laughed. An awkward silence fell between us. For as long as we knew each other, this sort of silence was always avoidable. Something was not being said..between us both.

So why did the silence feel so suffocating? *****

"Or would you prefer I turn around and look straight at you?" "But with you towering over me like a statue... I can't do it!" Alma bit her lip hard, twisting her head away. Aiden’s chest heaved with a chaotic surge of emotions he had never experienced before. Holding his breath, he stood completely still, enduring the agonizing awkwardness without moving half a step or turning his head back. With no other choice left, Alma helplessly closed her eyes and desperately risked it, trying to finish as quickly as possible. Throughout the entire process, Aiden stood as rigid as a stone monument. The awkwardness in the atmosphere grew so thick and suffocating that even the faintest rustle of fabric b

But they don’t refuse. They come. The Warden stands at our door, a monument to sorrow, their grey suit absorbing the light. The God of Silence is just there, in the corner of the porch, a shaped absence. We have set a fourth place at the table for it. A chair that will likely remain empty. The cost is this: the most agonizingly awkward dinner in the history of creation. No one speaks.