Quiet Novels & Stories

It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

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Not blinking. Not saying a word.

Silent. Burning.

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Model without a Cause “Okay, everybody!” Collin boomed at the front of the darkened boardroom. “As you all know, we are going to be advertising Capier's brand new line of cell phone products called Clickmark." A picture of a mauve colored cell phone appeared on the screen along with a list of features.

Please. And then, just cold. Just silence.

It recalibrates. Quietly. Permanently.

Heartbeat steady. Energy smooth. Too smooth. Like a lake with no wind. And still water Can hide depth. Around 2:03 a.m., his lips move. Barely. No sound. Just shape. I lean closer. He whispers something faint. Too quiet to catch. But I feel it. Not power. Not spike. A frequency shift. Low. Subtle. Like something answering him. I press my hand lightly over his chest. The hum adjusts. Responds. Then settles.

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