Can You Feel The Silence Novels & Stories

he shrugged and I shot my head at him with one brow arched in question, making him laugh. In just a few minutes we arrive at our district and got down, then we started walking towards home, the silence makes things tense, and recalling what happened a while ago wouldn't make me talk, why was my heart racing so much? Why were his thoughts not audible? Why can't I meet his gaze? Lots of questions welled up in my head which I couldn't get answers to or maybe I couldn't admit the answer. "So...see you around," He said as we got to my house, I didn't notice until he talked.

LUCA SILENCE. For a moment, it seemed like the air stood still… a suffocating silence stretched across the room, thick like fog before a storm. Yet within that silence, there were words, unspoken but loud, heavy with meaning. And I heard them. I understood the message that silence held.

The world felt fragile, like a story written in wet ink. When the wind shifted, I heard it: a faint crackle, almost beneath hearing. It was the kind of sound you’d miss if you didn’t know what silence was supposed to be. “Do you hear that?” I asked. Lena paused mid-bite. “Hear what?” The static came again, brief but distinct—a pulse through the empty streets, like a whisper trying to form words. My chest tightened. It was impossible, yet unmistakable. I rose slowly. “Stay here.”

I don't have a body anymore, I am a spirit. It's as if I've been beleaguered by thousands of armies. I can't see them. I can feel them looming closer and closer. I shrink back and let out a blood curdling scream, like a siren. Only that I'm not leading anyone to destruction, I, myself am walking through a path of destruction. Why is silence so noisy?

Kael I’d forgotten what real silence felt like. Not the kind that hums in your blood before a fight. Not the kind that falls after a scream. The other kind. The kind that means the world is holding its breath because something worse is about to exhale. That was the silence that hit just before the first horn blew. It rolled through the valley like a wound splitting open, low and deep and hungry. And every part of me—the part that was mine, the part that wasn’t anymore—knew exactly what it meant.

he asked instead. The question came quieter this time. Less sharp. More— Curious. Caelan paused. Because that— That wasn’t a question people usually asked. Not like that. Not without reason. “It’s… heavier,” he said finally. “Everything is,” he added after a moment. “The air. The food. The silence.” “The silence?” “Yes.” Caelan’s gaze dropped briefly to his hands. “Here, silence feels like something’s missing,” he said. “There, it feels like something’s present.”

To me. Silence descends. Real silence. Not the oppressive kind. The quiet after the avalanche. The wind sighs through the scarred trees. No screams. No psychic howls. Just… birdsong. Faint, hesitant. The ground feels solid. Still. The bleeding has stopped. Truly stopped.

She was feeling as if her breathing was faster now, the more she worried about the fact that she could not actually hear. The silence was so profound, so absolute, that it was almost physically painful. It was a heavy, oppressive weight that seemed to bear down on her, crushing her very own core in her spirit. A silent world of nothing. The world around her had been transformed into a silent, desolate wasteland.

I was always watching. That was the thing no one understood about silence. They assumed it was an absence, a void where sound used to be. But silence wasn't empty. It was full. Dense. It pressed against your eardrums like deep water, a constant pressure that never equalised. In silence, you noticed everything else. The way a man's jaw tightened before he lied. The micro-tremor in a hand reaching for a weapon. The precise angle of a spine that revealed whether someone feared you or merely pretended to. Sound was a luxury. Sight was survival.

Neither spoke. Nate stared at him. Max stared back. And in the silence between them, everything they'd spent months refusing to say seemed to gather at once. The door remained open. Neither of them moved. Neither looked away.