Requiem For A Loud Novels & Stories

Causing the high pitch scream in the video to shoot out. “Hey! Are you okay?” asked one of the teenagers who was playing dice, He looked young, probably thirteen if I didn’t mind the black circles around his eyes. The other kids were now staring at me, making everything worse. I was sure they had heard the loud scream from the video. I rapidly pulled the USB out and ran out. My vision turned blur while my mind raced to every angle in my head. Questions built up so did anger. Without warning I bumped Marcus who was talking with a few younger kids on the stairs.

She curled her hand into a fist and pressed it there like she could hold onto it, but the emptiness spread wider the longer she lay still. For a moment she kept her eyes shut, breathing through the silence. But the silence wasn’t clean; it pressed on her chest, heavy, layered with sounds that weren’t really there — echoes of raised voices, boots crunching gravel, the metallic click of guns being cocked. She’d heard it last night through the walls, and even though Rhett had come back, even though he had slid into bed behind her like he was staking a claim, the noise lived on inside her.

My limbs went numb, my eyes rolled back, and the last thing I felt was the cold floor of the van as the doors slammed shut, plunging me into total darkness. My eyes opened in a new world of shadows and sharp, jagged edges. The transition from the velvet blackness of unconsciousness to reality was violent. My head throbbed with a sickening pulse that seemed to sync perfectly with the heavy bass of music blasting from somewhere nearby. It was loud, obnoxious, distorted club music that vibrated through the concrete floor and rattled my very teeth.

Amy stood behind the podium, a confident smile on her face as cameras flashed and reporters jotted down notes. The room buzzed with mutters, the media eager to hear her announcement. "Thank you all for coming," Amy began, her voice smooth and authoritative. "I'm excited to announce that Richardson and Silvester Group will be merging. This union will create unprecedented opportunities for growth and innovation."

I wanted to take it with me, to bury these ridiculous seven years for good. The office was pitch-dark, except for the light still on in the CEO's office. Wanting to say a final goodbye to Chelsea, I walked up to the door and reached for the handle. That was when I heard her voice, trembling with tears and something indistinct underneath. "Donald, don't. We can't do this…" My hand froze in midair.

He put it to the highest volume so that he won’t hear any noise aside from his music. Meanwhile, a loud noise can be heard in a nearby house. The breaking sound of the glass that comes off the table rang out in the whole house. There, a guy came out of the house while hanging his empty bag on his shoulder. He has this blank and emotionless face while walking out of the house. He looked at his own Harry Winston wrist watch that was a gift to him by his father.

"He's sweeping the streets at this age? And it's only 4:30 am! Axel is so inhumane. Doesn't he care about old people? Poor old man. Does he not have a pension? Don't his children care about him?" I was thinking about this when the live chat started going wild again. "I'm losing it. Why does Heidi always manage to hit the nerve every time?" "Hahaha! Has she seriously not found any useful info all day? Didn't Delicious tell her the taboo?" "Don't mention kids or pensions to this old man!" I couldn't see the live chat, but I could clearly feel the ground shaking. An earthquake was coming. The earth cracked open. At the same time, the old man's eyes turned blood red, and his veins bulged.

"Tell Bad loud makes it louder." "Alright! wait there." 'Loud makes it louder' was a coded statement Bad and I used it back in high school whenever I had to send someone to him to purchase weed. The person always returned with loud (weed) packaged secretly and sent to me. Most importantly, the statement meant that I wanted a type of weed made from 'loud dream strains'. HEY GUYS! DID YOU KNOW THAT AS OF 2020, TIJUANA-MEXICO REMAINS THE CITY WITH THE MOST CRIMES IN THE WORLD?

I looked out across the bloodstained courtyard, and I saw more than loss. I saw resolve. “We are Obscura Arcanum,” I said. “And we do not fall.” The courtyard was still. Empty. All of us were still. I hadn’t realized before how loud it had been only a few hours ago. Screams, shouts, cracking spells, and magic shattering against magic. Shattering against flesh. Shattering against bone. The courtyard wasn’t silent. It was that kind of quiet that hangs heavy, threaded with echoes. Ash hung in the air like dust from old bones. The sun was fully risen now, but it didn’t warm the stone underfoot.

I loved them they betrayed me,Felix I done everything for him I guess we are not meant to be together They broke me and now killing me,all because of love,they will pay for this,I will make them pay But am dying what can I do am gone already pim pim pim pim my conscious is slipping and am gone just like that I know am gone I can feel it am gone darkness consume me I can hear noises"gosh it annoying,can't they just keep quite" "Aren't i died or did I survive the noise is annoyingshut up" I screamed and opened my eye the scene before me left me dumbfounded "Am....back ,am really back...." T b c