Riddle About Silence Novels & Stories

“I can see it in your cheeks. You’re carrying too much, Mira. Not only the child.” Her words struck deeper than she perhaps intended. My grip on the cup tightened, the porcelain warming against my fingers. For a moment, I thought about telling her everything—that the silence here weighed on me like stone, that the villa’s walls seemed to close in tighter every day, that my hope felt like something fragile, already splintering. Instead, I asked quietly, “Do you ever feel… that this place is too quiet?” Her eyes flickered—quick, sharp, like lightning—and then she looked down at the tray. “Yes. The house is quiet. But silence, hija…” Her voice lowered. “…silence often hides something.”

* --- **The Bargain** The static in me surges, a storm waiting to be unleashed. Eden's hand brushes mine, his touch grounding me. "We're not falling for this." The figure tilts his head. *"You think this is a trick? Look around you. The Silence is *here*. It's already begun."* The trees behind him dissolve, their trunks crumbling into ash. The void spreads, devouring the forest inch by inch. The figure steps back, his form flickering. *"Choose quickly,"* he says, his voice fading. *"Or the choice will be made for you."*

A deafening silence descending over the hall. *****************************************

The silence stretched, heavy, waiting… Who could that be?

one of them teased. "Hahaha, we're witnessing history today. If I'm not mistaken, this is the first time she's spoken since coming to this class. Look at her trying to play the quiet beauty. What a voice! No wonder she never talks; she sounds like a duck!"

*****************************POV: Claire********************** --- There’s a certain kind of silence that doesn’t feel safe. Not the comfortable, blanket-wrapped kind that comes after a long day. Not the sweet, post-rain hush where everything smells like earth and renewal. No, this silence is sharp. Like a knife held just out of view. And that morning, it followed me.

Crack. Shatter. Silence. Or maybe just to my ears.

Everyone quietened down. The silence was deafening.

He asked and as usual everyone laughed at his silly question "Silence" Mrs. Smith cautioned and silence once again took over but in my ear there were so much oozing, I took my earpiece dig it in my ear and start some music, I didn't hear anything until Mrs. Smith called on me and I quickly hide the earpiece. "Are you here?" She asked eyes narrowed at me in question. "Yes ma'am" I answered briskly. "What was the last thing I said?" She asked not believing me, knowing obviously she was thinking of what she said I stole the idea from her thoughts.

(A DUEL IN THE MIST OF INSANITY) SILENCE is eminent, that even the wind is somehow frightened in some way to blow its presence. The night is too quiet and not a single insect an be seen or to be heard. Everyone seems hiding for something, with everything is like in a mid of chaos. In that small garden in the residence of the Gomez, footsteps suddenly echo. It’s sound that is menacing and screaming a dark warning that no one even the smallest living thing will dare to see, face and make a sound in front of it.