Distant Heart Sounds Novels & Stories

I added, as my heartbeat increased. Probably searching for words, but couldn't find any, he walked away in silence after looking at me as if I was desperate and crazy. Watching as he took the stairs and headed to his room, made me feel so stupid and less fo myself. What was I thinking? I felt so stupid and embarrassed. Why was I even desperate to get his attention? This marriage is purely a business transaction, and I should stick with it to avoid getting heartbreak in the end.

Nearly five seconds, her eyes flew open to the sound of Anthony’s heartbeat. Her expression flipped quizzically as she listened to his heartbeat. A normal heart rate for someone who just ran a distance might be from 171 to 200 bpm, but his was far beyond 200. Fast, booming in her ears. All the same, he seemed relaxed — showing no sign of disturbance.

" He said moving away from her. I could hear his footsteps getting louder. A creak sounded and I knew he was standing at the bottom of the stairs. I concentrated. I could hear his heart beating fast and his erratic breathing as he stood there. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the rhythm of his heartbeat and slowly drifted into a disturbed sleep.

They also felt extreme discomfort in their violently palpitating hearts, as though they had been hammered again and again and they were going to die at any time. At that moment, the group became immobilized, while the heartbeat only got louder. The mine and Devil’s Hill shook, and the surrounding waters trembled. The vast boundless ocean became turbulent as the heartbeats churned up the waves. The sound then spread to distant areas. “What is that?” “A heartbeat! It is the Fiend Lord’s heart! The Fiend Lord’s heart is appearing!” “Oh my God! The Fiend Lord’s heart is actually here?!”

The pressure eased slightly, my heartbeat slowing just enough for me to breathe. But it didn’t go away, it just reduced the effect of the sounds but I could still hear them and everything else. The wind sounded louder than it should have. The trees rustled like voices whispering secrets I couldn’t understand. I could hear something small moving through the underbrush nearly thirty feet away. My own breath sounded too loud, Draven’s heartbeat was slower while Darius’s was faster. I sucked in a breath and froze. Why could I hear that? Why could I?

“For nothing.” Distant footsteps interrupt our conversation. My heart starts hammering in my chest as I turn to look at the closed door. A pair of those approaching feet belong to my father. In just a matter of seconds, that door will open and I'll meet face to face with him again, after many months. I'm clenching and unclenching my fist by my side as I stare intensely at the door. My heart is beating in my throat and I hear the sound of my heartbeat resonating in my ears. The breath I'm blowing out through my nostrils is so hot, it will burn anything it touches.

He needed to be close to her, to let her know that he was there for her. The ICU was quiet, except for the sound of beeping machines and the soft hum of the ventilator.

I wanted to run my tongue across his six pack but I shook my head coming back to reality. I noticed the sliver band wrapped around his ring finger, he's married. I gently placed my stethoscope on the diaphragm on the left of his chest, I listened carefully. A slow beat was sounded but it was hardly anything, I tried moving it to his back. It was a bit louder but still very hollow, he stared straight at the wall in front of us. "Damaged heart, I know." He whispered sarcastically.

The way he gripped Damian, dragging him forward with a force that made the room react, gasps breaking out, tension snapping tight around us all. But I didn’t hear them. I didn’t hear anything. Not the voices. Not the movement. Not even the sound that followed. Because the only thing I could hear was the hard thud of my heart against my ribs. It was so loud, every other thing in the room felt like nothing compared to how I felt. A sharp sound tore from somewhere in the room, but it felt distant, muffled, like it didn’t belong to me, like none of this did. My heart was beating too fast now, too loud, each pulse crashing against my ribs as if trying to break free.

Had he ever felt dizzy before today? Ethan answered. Yes to tired. Yes, sometimes, to the fluttering, he called it "the fish feeling." He didn't mention dizzy, but Sophia remembered now: two weeks ago, standing up too fast from the couch, grabbing the arm of it. She had told herself it was a growth thing. "We're going to run some tests," Dr. Chen told Ethan. "Blood work, another EKG, and an echocardiogram. that's just a picture of your heart, nothing scary. It won't hurt at all."