Mute Person Novels & Stories

But it was too late. Porsche had snatched the phone back, his fingers flying across the screen with surprising precision. Within seconds, their selfie was uploaded. Their faces were now live on Ripple for the world, or at least a growing circle of ‘Passersby’.. to see. Emerson stared at him, dumbfounded. “You did not just…” “I did,” Porsche said, his tone unapologetic. “Humans will love it.” “You’re impossible,” Emerson muttered, rubbing his temple. He glanced at the screen, now displaying Porsche’s profile: a sleek interface with their selfie as the display picture. It was oddly… intimate. Too intimate.

Mother told me to never use my power for bad things. Someone walked into the room I was placed in. A man. He was the most handsome man I have seen, with a warm smile. He was holding a bowl and rag in his hand. I didn't sense any sinister vibes from him yet I still I cowered away. That moment was the beginning of everything. He took care of me and helped me back on my feet. He said his name was River and he too left home to explore the lands. I was happy to have encountered a person similar to me. We spent time together and when we parted, I thought it was it.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

“Uh…air. Just air.” He glanced up then, suspicious. “You’re strange.” “I get that a lot.” [System Tip: Try humor using self-deprecation. Humans find it relatable.] I sighed. “Dream, if I die under your management, tell my funeral guests I was killed by deadlines and your resting glare.” His fingers paused on the keyboard. One heartbeat. Two. Then, very faintly, almost inaudibly, he exhaled through his nose. [System Alert: Micro-laugh detected. Progress 75%.]