Mengapa Telinga Seperti Ada Suara Gemuruh Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ring… Ring… Ring… The sharp sound of my phone cut through the quiet of the room, echoing far too loudly for my already aching head. Ring… Ring… Ring… “Ugh..” I groaned softly and shifted deeper into the soft mattress, pulling the pillow over my head in a desperate attempt to block out the noise. Ring… Ring… Ring… Why is it still ringing? The sound drilled into my skull, making the dull throbbing behind my eyes even worse. I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my face deeper into the pillow.

I want to make sure first that everything is okay before I let him ride in a car. While recalling everything. I started hearing scratching again. The sound of it is like a blade scratching into a metal. That creates an irritating sound that will make someone’s brain hurt for sure when they hear it and that is what I feel right now. I feel like my brain will explode because it starts aching again. “No… no… no” I whispered; not again. I tried to avoid it but I keep on hearing it over and over and it gets louder and louder.

Blair A wave of dizziness came over me as I stood underneath the steady spray of the shower. It was so strong that I had to hold onto the soap dispenser to stay upright. I nearly pulled the damn thing off the wall. Closing my eyes, I slid down the tiles to sit on the floor, ignoring the warm water that pounded on my hair and sluiced down my body. All my attention was on a loud ringing sound that filled my head and seemed to come from deep within my skull, so loud it felt like my eardrums would burst. With a gasp, my hands flew up to cover my ears in a vain effort to dull the skull splitting ringing, but to no avail.

I try to tell them I can’t understand them, but my voice is drowned out by theirs. I try to find Maia in my mind, but if she is there, I can’t hear her voice over the cacophony in my head. It’s overwhelming and it never stops. I bend down, covering my ears with my hands, trying to lessen the sounds, but it doesn’t help.

The water wasn't enough to chill the warmth burning in my chest, but it had slowled down my thoughts a little. I stared at myself for a very long time, as tear drops fell from my chin and my breathing began to slow down. Then a loud sound wave cut through the air while I was still staring at myself in the mirror. At first I thought I was hearing things and then it got louder. I paused as I, listened. The sound was violent, and sounded like though big metal machines were suddenly coming to life.

The one with the messed up eye and the voice that sounds like gravel. He hits walls when he’s mad. I don’t want him mad again. So I didn’t scream. I sat still and quiet. And waited. ✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✧✦✧ The buzzing got worse when I moved too fast. So I don’t anymore. But sometimes it builds up too big, and my fingers tweak or my breath comes out in huffs. And that’s when strange things happen.

didn’t just hit the air; it detonated. My immediate reaction wasn’t rage or disbelief, it was a sudden, alarming silence inside my head. It was the kind of unnerving quiet that follows a flash bang, a vacuum where sound used to be, now replaced by a high-pitched, insistent ringing, like a swarm of angry cicadas had taken up residence in my temporal lobes. I actually had to clamp my jaw to prevent my face from betraying my utter disorientation. Am I going deaf? The thought was so absurd it was the only logical one left.

The sound is growing heavier. I try not to give any attention to that act what I am doing but nope, this fucking noise is just getting rowdy. I settle the cushion over my head to cut off the echo from wherever that is showing up. With my two hands, I put pressure around my ears over the cushion in order to kill the vibration. It still doesn’t work. “Fuck it.” I get up from the bed and sit down in the midst of the bed. Because of my hasty movement, I lose my balance and almost fall down on the bed again. I hold my skull with two of my hands and scream. The thumping noise that feels as if a hammer was striking some metal material is nowhere but in my head.

Deep gurgling that sounded like rumbling thunder could be heard echoing from the swamp. It was weird and also sounded like a clogged water source. Any of those phrases didn’t sit well at all to those who heard it, and even a bit horrible to some people who knew well where that comes from. “Why are they growling loudly like that, Chief?” a young man asked the elderly beside him as the both of them looked north.

I try to tell them I can’t understand them, but my voice is drowned out by theirs. I try to find Maia in my mind, but if she is there, I can’t hear her voice over the cacophony in my head. It’s overwhelming and it never stops. I bend down, covering my ears with my hands, trying to lessen the sounds, but it doesn’t help.