Quiet Novels & Stories

The room went silent. Everyone was caught off guard. I lifted my hand, signaling to the tech crew. "Can you pull up the original video file we just watched? Zoom in on that part, please." The big screen flicked to life again. The video slowed to a crawl, crystal clear. People crowded forward, squinting at the screen, until someone let out a surprised yelp. "Whoa, hold up! Something's definitely off here." "The movements are all jerky...and the skin texture's way off..."

He doesn’t care about any of them but she’s watching them. She reached for a towel as she covered her face and sneezed. “Oh, you sounded adorable,” Reid said as Quinn giggled. “She is.” Quinn agreed. “Are you cold?” Reid asked as she wiped her nose. He hugged her more. “Am I warming you enough?” His phone beeps which is just beside her phone and she creases her brows upon seeing a woman sleeping as his wallpaper. He quickly reached it and opened it as he checked it. He casually placed it next to her after he checked the notification. Then, she took it.

Jillie It’s been a week, and Jarren’s still mad at me. This was a first. I wasn’t particularly mad at him anymore, but I wasn’t about to let him know. If he was mad, then I would still at least act mad. As childish as that may be, it was no more childish than him giving me the silent treatment. If lucky, he’d say ten words to me in a day. At this point, I was starting not to care. My hormones were going into overdrive, and I was more focused on not murdering anyone who made me mad than worrying about his ridiculousness.

"Lorenzo." Lorenzo smiled rolling his eyes. "How do you always know it's me?" He asked walking in the room pulling a chair from the corner of the room and sat down. Bonnie just shook her head, lowering her head. Embarrassed to admit that she has memorised his scent. Cigarettes, that she still wants to know the name of and cologne with a hint of mint on his breath. Lorenzo's striking blue eyes switched to Grace. "How are you?" He asked. Grace nodded, "I'm alright, just a little tired." She said.

It was pretty dark under the church, so even if they did find the entrance, they wouldn't be able to see him from the opposite side. Will waited, the unnerving suspense had his muscles tensed the whole time. He kept a close eye on the crack to see if he could tell if any shadows passed by. He didn't see anything, however he did hear a couple of voice, but he didn't understand what they said. One voice was the woman who had shrieked, and the other was a deep gruff voice. They talked for a while, but nothing came of it. Will still didn't take any chances and waited in the hole the entire morning. He figured it was safe around noon and relaxed, he was sweating and tired from the stress. He had

Sarah yelled. Erica was silent. She was afraid of speaking, she didn't want her to know she was crying. "Why are you silent Erica?" She cried out. "Nothing..." she mumbled beneath her breath sniffing. She sighed "are you still hanging out with me, I am at the bar." Erica shook her head as if Sarah was present, she forgot she was talking to her over the phone. "You are silent again!" Sarah yelled. "Sarah I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to be left alone" she cried out.

Margaret rushed to the entrance, and his deep husky voice was heard that went as a celebration to her ears. The matron's voice wasn't heard but his sexy strong voice ruled her eardrums. Kyara bit her lip. Just listening to his intensified cavernous tone goosebumps arose in the pit of her stomach. "I do not want coffee, Margaret. I am good. Thank you." He replied to her politely like always.

"Please help me, God bless you as you do so." The kid spoke these words with every ounce of energy that lurked within him. The tone of his voice was nothing louder than a squeaking mouse caught in a trap. He was so thin that one as old as the priest she had just met could easily count his ribs without the aid of any lens.

Not violent. Something quieter and certain.

Everyone quietened down. The silence was deafening.