Muted Melodies Novels & Stories

Everywhere. He looks so majestic whilst his lost in a trance playing this melody humming in the air. His fingers gracefully pressing the black and white keys. As I hide behind the wall I recognize the music's playing. It's the sound of pain and sorrow. Heartache and loss. He plays the piano with his fingers that weave with sadness that could never be described. The tune is soft, watching him closely in this vulnerable moment. The atmosphere is calming, built with sorrow as darkness slowly consumes the light.

"The sea is wide and deep. In most cases, Mermen live scattered. Mermen are cold-blooded animals, and our kind prey on each other. This determines that Mermen are lonely in most cases. Singing is our way of banishing loneliness. We express our inner feelings through song. Sometimes we use songs to communicate. So the expression of emotion is more important than the skill of singing." "The frequency of each person's voice is unique. Mermen find their mates primarily through singing. We may be far apart or have never met, but once we fall in love with each other's unique singing voice, we see each other as mates regardless of race or gender. So, you have to learn to show the characteristics of

Eli informed me, wheezing from laughter. I snapped my head to look at the girl. "She can't talk? Why?" My voice sounded way too raspy for me own good, as I spoke. "She's a mute. Was born without vocal cords. When she laughs or cries, no sound is made." Jack said for clarification. "But it's a good thing she can hear." Eli added. I chose to remain silent after hearing all of this. Stealing one more glance at me, the mute girl stared outside the window. And Jack started the car.

She said waving it off. I filled my plate with some eggs, bacon, and a biscuit. I spread some butter and jam on the biscuit as someone came up and filled up a glass with orange juice. "Oh thank you" I mumbled out with a mouth full of food. They just smiled and walked back into the kitchen. "So I have something to share" Lorenzo said breaking the comfortable silence. "Our mind link earlier Tony, she can hear it" He said pushing a thumb in my direction. Tony looked at me with a blank stare. "Is this true?" He asked. "Yeah" I said. His eyes glazed over and so did Mateo's. Purple chicken I heard Tony's voice say.

I swallow down a throat-full of bile. The first note cuts the silence, and my nerves fall away. There are no chords, no accompaniment, just the single line of melody, beautifully drawn into the air by Amos’ delicate touch on the piano keys. I am transported out of the concert hall, beyond the city. The forest stretches about me. We join the painting of sound, one at a time, setting the sun, calling the pack out into the falling dusk.

I asked, leaning my shoulder gently against his. “One more night,” he agreed, his voice soft with something that sounded like relief. He leaned forward slightly and played a tiny, five-note melody—a simple lullaby I had never heard before. It was unpolished and human, the notes rising and falling with a gentle, almost hesitant sweetness. Nothing grand. Nothing meant to impress. Just five small notes offered to the quiet room like a gift. As the fire died down to glowing red coals, casting long shadows that stretched toward the corners, I realized something deep and certain in my chest.

For a brief second I simply stared at the screen before answering. "Hello." The moment her voice reached my ear, the world around me faded. There was no distorted voice anymore, no mechanical filter, nothing but her real voice, soft, smooth, and unbelievably beautiful. My fingers instinctively tightened around the phone as something erupted inside my stomach. I had imagined what Nyelle's voice would sound like countless times, but reality was even more beautiful than I had ever imagined. So this was her voice. The woman everyone believed was mute had been speaking all along, and hearing her for the very first time made my chest tighten with emotions I couldn't put into words.

Taking a moment to steady himself, he called gently, "Honey, are you in there? I'm sorry for what happened today. I was wrong. Please, open the door. All I need is a chance to explain and make things right. "Honey, I know I haven't been there for you lately. I regret what I said yesterday. Will you come out and talk to me?" But inside the room, there was nothing but silence. Carter assumed I was just angry. He stood outside, apologizing for everything he'd done over the past year. Half an hour passed, but still, there was no reply. His throat had gone dry from speaking. His voice broke with each word, choked by unshed tears. Inside, the room remained eerily silent.

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.