Mengapa Telinga Seperti Ada Suara Gemuruh Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sofia Vez A voice in the distance, almost muffled and incoherent wafts around followed by a sharp pain piercing through my ears, the kind that rushes to the throbbing pulse and makes one huddle in discomfort. The darkness around me seems to be unending. But that noise keeps ringing in my ear. I followed it, hoping the throbbing would stop. Every step I take is almost impossible to lift my feet off the ground like some heavy weight is pulling me back.

Silence is not an absence for me; it is a texture. It is the rhythmic thrum of the refrigerator against the floorboards, the sharp vibration of a slammed car door echoing through my heels, and the pressurized stillness of a house at midnight. I have been deaf since birth, navigating a world of visual cues and tactile feedback. I don’t know what a voice sounds like, but I know what fear feels like—it is a cold, static hum in the center of my chest.

But the heart is always vigilant, do not dare to close the eyes, about lying in bed for a quarter of an hour or so, she heard the window ringing click, click sound. Very light, very subtle, a burst, a little like the sound of the window being slightly shaken by the wind, but also a little like ...... the sound of someone prying open the window.

LIA The tremors running through the floorboards make every thud from the floor below vibrate through me. My heart hammers like a wild horse against my ribs, and each gunshot causes my breath to hitch, making me jump at every sound. At some point, I cover my ears with my hands when I can't take the loud, jarring sounds anymore, but it doesn't stop the chaos from drumming loudly in my ears.

It feels like whatever that awakens inside me is burning all those energies quickly inside my body and rapidly draining me. "Is there something wrong? You've been staring at me the whole time," I curiously ask Clarren. Then something weird happened, I've been hearing whispers of people from different locations, the noises of the utensils from the kitchen, even the laughter of the children playing in the corridor, dripping from a leaky utility sink faucet, sounds of traffic, a horn honking, and an engine revving. The sound is getting louder and louder. These noises are piercing in my ears almost deafening me.

I glance down briefly at the solid gray surface. Linoleum? Well, whatever it’s made out of, it’s friggin bleeding through my socks. Someone’s phone rings, blasting some rendition of Zombie that’s quite unpleasant. My lips pucker in distaste as I seek out the source of the ear rape that I’m currently suffering. Too many people and too many sources of noise. I glance behind me as I wiggle my toes, hoping that movement will warm my feet up just the tiniest bit. My breath catches in my throat.

He closed his eyes and flickered them open quickly to get the blurry vision away but it didn't work because it was still blurry. The ringing in his ears didn't stop. It got louder each passing second and for that moment he was in a space of his own. He wanted the ringing to stop so bad because it was making the ache in his head worse. The ache in his heart was the worst but the ringing in his ears came second. It was like he was being taken to a new planet. He wanted the ringing to end so bad so he could be able to listen more on their conversation. He put a finger deep into his ear and wiggled it hoping the ringing would clear off but his efforts to get the ringing to stop were futile.

I tried to scream, but no sound came out, just a ragged, broken breath. Voices. Low, urgent, blending together in a way that made it impossible to tell who they belonged to. They pulled at something familiar, like names I should know, but my brain couldn't piece them together. The sounds wavered, slipping in and out like they were coming from underwater. I tried to call out and make some sound that would let them know I was still there, but all that came out was a weak, broken breath. The noise faded again, replaced by the steady thud of my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

The keys fell out of her hand. The sound of them hitting the tile was too loud. Everything was too loud. The hum of the refrigerator was a roar. The blood in her own ears was a tide. She could hear water moving through pipes in the wall and someone laughing in the apartment one floor up and the small mechanical click of the heating vent above her head, all of it at once, none of it where it should be. “Lila,” she said. Her voice didn’t come out right.

They suffered horrible injuries. "Be careful, everyone. There's something strange about that mural," Chase warned everyone. That was when a strange ringing from a sword was heard. It was weird because usually, this ringing would have a metallic feel to it. Most of the time, a sword's ring would be a clear, lengthy sound, and not continuous like this. This particular sword's ringing seemed to be in a loop. It sounded like a piece of music being played. When Chase listened to it, it felt like a pair of mysterious eyes were staring at him. Could it be an enchantment spell?