Fell On Deaf Ears Novels & Stories

I didn't know what I was doing until headlights from cars shone in my eyes, almost sending me blind— series of honks going off in the air. A thud sound pierced into the air like a bomb, swaying the sight before me further: The line continues to ring where it was on the ground. I watch the cars, see the people's mouths move but I couldn't hear a sound. Have I gone deaf? — But I could hear the sound of my ragged breathing. My legs felt heavy so I couldn't do what they seem to be asking, instead I just stood— If I can't beat 'em, I should join them.

I tried to get his arms off again but fell something hard land on my face. My eyes did a tumble in my head and the slap plus the ongoing effect of the dart which I was darted with earlier and the fact that I locked my self up without food for two days, weakened me badly. The slap made my head blank and I got deaf for some seconds. I could tell the man said something but in a woozy whine in my ears. I literally could hear nothing and when my ears began functioning again, I heard the faint call of my name from a very familiar voice.

Cold, endless silence. I gasped, panic choking me. My hands were left damp, clammy with blood. My ear was aching, the world was muffled, dead. I was unable to hear what Veylor said, as his lips moved and his eyes shone in satisfaction. The empty hole that had opened in my head had swallowed up his voice. Deaf. I was deaf. He barked orders, and rogues surged forward, dragging me up by the arms. I kicked, I screamed, though even my own voice was lost to me. They hauled me back into the room like a sack of meat, tying me down again as blood trickled down my neck.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

I lay on the cold floor, a steady, dull ache pulsing at the back of my skull. Warm blood slid down my neck and pooled beneath me, a dark puddle spreading across the tile. My father's voice boomed above everything. "Couldn't you be careful for once? Do you have to push her until she dies before you're satisfied?" The shout rattled inside my head. My ears rang, and the blood kept coming.

Sinking to her knees, Sonia unleashed her anguish, her cries echoing in the desolate surroundings. Tears streamed down her face like a rain downpour, each droplet carrying the disappointment and heartbreak of an unrequited love. She allowed herself to revisit the vivid images she had woven in her mind, the life she had imagined sharing with Jayden. The laughter, the love, the moments that would never come to pass.

A deafening crash reverberated as sparks flew. "This is your downfall, Athena!"

Bella obediently covered her mouth with her hand, looking at Phoebe with fear. Her small body trembled uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. Phoebe did not approach to comfort her, but instead commanded, "Turn around!" Bella obediently turned around and stood facing away from Phoebe. Phoebe pushed her on the back, and Bella fell to the ground with a thud due to inertia. Her hands instinctively reached out to cushion the fall, and she let out a restrained cry of pain.

and the next sound I heard was the door banging sound, he closed it the same loud way he closed himself again, and out of my life I couldn't cry, I was far beyond crying, but the most saddest part of it all was that at that very point, I could literally no longer feel my heart anymore, cause it was dead... I was the living dead