Nothing You Do Goes Unnoticed Novels & Stories

A heavy, silent tension filled the air, almost as if the world was holding its breath. Autumn Winters felt it more than anyone else. There was a tingling on her skin and a deep sense that something was about to go wrong. Why was she the only one who noticed? While everything around her seemed to fall apart quietly, everyone else acted as if nothing was wrong, or maybe they just chose not to see it. Autumn understood; it’s easier to pretend trouble isn’t there, to hope that if we don’t talk about our fears, they’ll disappear. She kept her worries to herself, watching her family and friends look away from the truth. But when reality finally forced itself on them, it caught Autumn and everyone

“Oh he……he…….he…….? It’s a song?? A new one. I don’t know it so well so I mix the words. That must’ve been what you heard” “Hmmmm…..okay. I guess.” Still a bit doubtful, Mom laid the topic to rest as she also went straight to bed. Ding! A message notification pops up on the screen of Izzy’s phone. [I’m so sorry for what happened today. I was just in over my head and the thoughts of you seeing someone else who isn’t me just sends me of the cliff. Isaac. ] [ We are just friends. I don’t know where you’re coming from with such a thing. What you did today was totally unacceptable. Very disrespectful. ] {send from Izzy’s iphone?

The dizziness from laughing so hard made everything feel strangely sharp and real. "Thank you, System," I said sincerely to the empty air. Even if the process had been messy and had almost gone terribly wrong, the outcome was good. Now, I had money, freedom, emotions, and a long life ahead of me.

The realization settled into her bones, heavy and cold, as she stood there watching them. They were so perfectly synchronized, a matched set in their scrub tops and their shared language of medical crisis, they stood on the sidewalk as if they were the only two people in the world, oblivious to the woman who was slowly dissolving into the background. Yolande didn't scream, she didn't call out, she didn't demand to be seen, instead, she felt a profound, terrifying quiet overtake her.

Sitting in the car, watching the light of every building the car that passes by. Listening to music that is painful to hear in real life, sobbing that doesn’t seem to leave me, and drawing that offers new pain to me Going into the old building where the music club was located was the first place I ever felt welcome. And this day might be the last day I’ll be going here. I'm afraid to step on my feet, maybe because I think they're disappointed in me. I haven't even done anything in this club, and now I will say goodbye. From the moment I pulled the doorknob, I was surprised by many party poppers. I didn't expect what they did; they hosted a farewell party for me. I was wrong in what I thought

As I watched them, three of them stood and made their way toward the restrooms. I noticed the waiter headed back my way and forced a smile. He’d been really nice, plying me with wine all night—or maybe that indicated a sociopath. My phone hadn’t lit up since I checked it thirty seconds ago, but I picked it up again just to be sure. No change. Calling Aaron would be pointless. Instead I called the car service. On the verge of tears, I paid the bill and gathered my things before heading outside. I needed fresh air and it hadn’t even occurred to me to wait inside. I didn’t want to be embarrassed and crying in front of the entire restaurant. I’d barely managed to hold back the tears before wavin

I was so deep in my thought that i did not hear the door open. "What are you doing? I jumped at the voice of Vincent. I turned around and saw him standing behind me. "Sorry, i did not mean to scare you" he said "No worries, i did not hear you come in, i was deep inside my thoughts" I told him. "Is everything okay? He asked. I looked at him because i was actually surpised he was acting worried. "Yea, everything is fine. I just don't have any idea on what to draw. My mind is blank at this point and our opening is fast approaching" I told him.

Aren't you ashamed? With just a few words, my mother smashed my self-esteem to smithereens before hanging up impatiently. I stared at the phone screen for a long while, so lost in thought that I did not even notice when Jason Brown came back. "Why are you dressed up so nicely? Going out later?" His voice was low and smooth as he leaned down, his chin brushing my shoulder. That familiar scent enveloped me, yet all I felt was a suffocating heaviness in my chest. I gently pushed him away.

My phone buzzes with messages, emails, reminders,but I ignore them all. I need to think. I need to figure out who the hell I can actually trust. Because suddenly, it doesn’t feel like that list includes anyone.

With my luck I'd end up flattened. They all go back to working since they're almost finished. I sit and watch and try to direct from my seat. There's really no point because my place is so small they might as well put everything in one big pile. After a few minutes I give up because they're not really listening to me. It's another problem with being small and people taking me for a kid. You can go unnoticed even when you're talking someone, which is more annoying than being clumsy. "Fine," I mumble as I pick up my phone to play with.