Riddle About Silence Novels & Stories

I whisper. He doesn’t answer right away. And that silence feels louder than any headline ever did.

"You know Russian roulette. Seven chambers. One bullet. We take turns. Three pulls each. If we're both alive after six, I'll forgive you." Manuel went still. "Do you really have to be this cold?" "Yeah." Her voice didn't shift. "As long as I'm alive, I can't forgive you. So we leave it to fate. If we both make it, maybe that means I should." "Fine." Manuel clenched his jaw. "Then fate gets to decide." He snatched the revolver off the table, pressed it to his temple, and pulled the trigger. Click. Empty. Shiloh's turn.

Althea asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Silence," Mrs. Ruiz replied, her tone resolute. "Your silence is the most powerful weapon you have in this situation." Althea looked at her mother, her brow furrowed. "But how can I just stay silent, when they've done all of this?" she asked, her voice full of confusion and doubt. "Because a silent woman is a deadly woman," Mrs. Ruiz said. "Silence is golden, as they say," Mrs. Sobrerano said, a knowing look in her eyes. "A well-timed silence can say more than any words ever could."

The silence it left was the loud kind. Then it started again, from the same point, with the same rhythm, and the cold that moved through the flat was not the cold from the broken window. I stood up. I looked at the door. “Show yourself,” I said, into the flat’s silence. Not loudly. The specific volume of someone speaking to something they know can hear them regardless of volume. “If you have a purpose here, show yourself.” The knocking stopped. The silence returned. And in the silence, from somewhere beyond the door but inside the building, a sound reached me that was not knocking and was not footsteps and was not any of the things the night had been producing.

I threw myself against the door, using every bit of strength I had to pound on it and scream, but even I could barely hear the sound I made. Outside, the laughter, the clinking of glasses, and Director Harris's hearty voice all carried clearly through the door. Each sound was like a slap across my face. I slid to the floor. My body began to convulse. My nails clawed at the wooden door, leaving bloody streaks behind. In the last blurry moment before my consciousness faded, I thought I heard my little sister, Lily, ask, "Mommy, where did Annie go?" Mom's gentle voice came through the door. "Your sister doesn't feel well. She's resting. Lily, how about some cake?"

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

Bleeding. SILENCE

It is quite an abandoned place, and the only voice that is visible was the professors. "Answer the working sheet, then we will discuss the concept." An inevitable nothing hops in the four corners of the room. A deafening silence; Silence is emptiness; broken by sounds that break it like glass. The lack of life, the deafness of breaking with choppy breaths, and the beating of a human heart, silence is noise, but very different from what we are used to. It's the deafening absence of noise. This noise; the loudest noise one can hear as they are not other noises competing to disperse what is perceived as silence. True silence, they say, is gold. And although this may be true; Silence is lonely t

A riddle was carved deep into the stone, pulsing with dark energy: “I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no eyes, yet I cry. What am I?” Cephas cursed under his breath. “We don’t have time for this…. Viktor is such a stupid jerk for even bringing all this up!” I stepped forward, the mark on my wrist burning like fire. The answer came to me through the bond… something that speaks without a mouth… hears without ears … It’s … “An echo,” I snarled out loud.

No applause. Only silence. And in that silence , Truth.