Read Silently Novels & Stories

I take a deep breath to calm myself, remind myself why I’m here, and that regardless of him, I would achieve my objectives. I take a few more deep breaths before I feel more at ease in my center and pull open the book to get some studying done. I settle into the peaceful silence, going through each word and it’s meaning carefully while taking down notes with my pen. It goes on for a while. After about thirty minutes of silent reading passes, my eyes just move up to Silas on their own, out of pure curiosity to see what he’s doing. He remains in the same position, staring intently into his book before casually flipping a page. My curiosity on what exactly has his attention all wrapped up like

I looked up to see him still staring then I tried to take my eyes off him but he wouldn't let me, he turned my face to him and slowly put his lips on mine, I wanted to push him, I wanted to yell at him but I couldn't do anything then I finally give in, I relaxed and let him have his way, then the most strange thing happened his thoughts almost explode my brain, I could hear it loud and clear now. 'I love you Natalie right from the first day I met you, every day the feelings grow I just couldn't take my eyes off you, and I want to always be with you' damn, I thought as I heard his silent confession which I wish he had said out loud instead of saying it with his thoughts, the shutter of a phon

Emily watched me silently. “There’s nothing more to say.”

Marcus reads her down to the studs, decides she does not need to be read aloud, and gives her nothing but a nod. The restraint is almost irritatingly elegant. That is the thing she keeps relearning about him. His silence is not an absence. It is effort. It is a sentence held back because he has decided, in real time, that making her explain her okayness would only turn it into another job. She can feel the words he chooses not to put into the air. It is the most articulate silence on the base. She adds it to a list she does not keep. And then there is Dex.

“Nothing yet. Just listen.” I read the message exactly as it appeared on my screen, making sure not to leave out a single word. When I finished, silence filled the line, and I could hear what sounded like a door closing somewhere on her end. She did not speak for several seconds, and somehow that silence told me she was thinking about the same things I was thinking about. “Read me the number,” she finally said. I gave it to her. “No,” she whispered. “I don't recognize it.”

into existence. "They’re 'Reading' us, Lyra," Silas whispered, his voice sounding like a recorded echo. He felt a sudden, sharp vibration in his marrow, as if a massive, invisible finger were tracing the line of his spine. "It’s not a gaze anymore. It’s an interaction."

--- It would be silent. --- And unstoppable.

No flicker. Still… The silence screamed louder than anything else.

Emilio stood behind the door, his eyes so cold that they were scary. The next second, he walked into the room with a smile. The laughter abruptly stopped, and Amber asked anxiously, "When did you get here? Why didn't you say anything?" His smile widened, and he said, "I just got here. What's wrong? Were you guys talking about a secret that I can't hear?" She relaxed and returned to her haughty demeanor. "No. I just don't like people coming in so suddenly. Remember to knock next time." Emilio chuckled and agreed. He ruffled her hair, looking and sounding indulgent.

with a ferocious, defiant joy, each note a spit in the eye of the silence that had tried to claim him. Kairi was breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. Lyra was grinning, her feet still tapping. I climbed to my feet, my ears ringing with the wonderful, overwhelming noise. "Well," I said, my voice rough. "That was obnoxious." Silas stopped playing, lowering the recorder. His eyes were clear, full of a hard-won light. "It was," he agreed solemnly. Then he smiled. "Thank you."