Muted Melodies Novels & Stories

Pure, unadulterated sound in a life that had been defined by silence, by absence. Each soft moan, each sharp gasp, was a note in a melody that was waking something deep and buried inside me.

I couldn't control my legs not to walk toward the direction of the sound. The notes played on the violin are quite soft and delicate, creating a sense of tranquility and relaxation. The tempo of the tune is slow and steady, allowing me to fully immerse myself in the melody. The legato bowing technique creates a flowing and effortless sound. As the melody progresses, it gradually builds in intensity and emotion but never loses its sense of ease and peacefulness. The tune evokes feelings of contentment, nostalgia, or even a sense of longing, but always with a soothing and comforting undertone.

He wanted to be above it all the time, the one that people looked up to. I bit my lip and sucked my tongue. It’s a habit that I can’t stop. I just naturally do it when I am annoyed, agitated, or infuriated. "You know what, Aregolli, you should stop calling me Mau. I’m not your screen partner anymore. I don’t see any reason for you to continue calling me that way. And I was umbrage because they took it all the time." Mau is the name of my character in our first film. And yes, we did a lot. For a year of being an on-screen partner, we rose to fame as people loved to see our tandem.

I can swear, I can joke I say what’s on my mind If I drink, if I smoke, I keep up with the guys And you see me holding up my middle finger to the world Fuck your ribbons and your pearls ‘Cause I’m not just a pretty girl I fished my phone out of my bag when I heard a familiar ringtone. I smiled when I saw the name that flashed on my phone’s screen. “Grandma,” I started with a big smile on my lips. “Meri,” I heard a Phina crack’s voice from the other line that made my brows knitted.

Music became the language through which I could convey my deepest joys and sorrows. So I will be playing the melody of Dandelions by Ruth B. My fingers trembled with anticipation as I pressed the first key, producing a sound that seemed foreign and discordant. It was clear that my touch was not enough to produce the harmonious melodies I had envisioned. Undeterred, I continued to press each key, determined to improve the synchronicity of the notes and create a beautiful composition.

Rain tapped gently against the railings. The cassette hissed softly between songs. “But I remember feeling less afraid when they were near.” Silence spread warmly through the apartment. No pity. No interruption. Just listening. Because some memories return like frightened animals. Too much noise makes them disappear again. I closed my eyes carefully. And there— buried beneath endless years of loneliness— a melody surfaced. Crooked. Half-forgotten. Soft humming drifting through darkness while shadows curled safely nearby. The first gentle thing I had remembered from before the Silence.

Dulcet tones created a wordless rhythm, one that was slow, comforting, and quiet. It was mellifluous, and Uriel dared to say he could listen to it all day. Though, he noticed, after a few minutes, the melody would repeat. Listening even closer to the almost non-existent voice, he flailed under the covers, jumping upwards. "Oi, Erin. Isn't that the song by Elti?" Catching Erin's attention, he was slightly embarrassed that he was listening, but didn't really mind. Turning away from his desk, he faced Uriel. "Hm, you know Elti?"

It was a melody that was both simplistic and yet complex at the same time, hauntingly beautiful in its melancholy undertones. As the melody grew more intense, so did Antonio's playing. His fingers danced across the ivory keys, pressing and releasing them in a mesmerizing ballet of precision and dexterity. Each chord was crafted with the meticulous care of a master sculptor chiseling away at a block of marble, revealing the beauty that lay hidden within. His body swayed subtly with the cadence of his composition, each movement in harmony with the pulsating rhythm.

For the family she had chosen, and the one that had found her again. Her fingers, no longer trembling, danced across the keys, releasing a melody shaped by years of silent endurance and quiet healing. The grand hall was hushed, every ear held captive by her sound—a pure, expressive thread of emotion that wove through the air, delicate yet undeniably strong. Her final note rang through the air, shimmering for a beat before fading into the vast silence.