Riddle About Silence Novels & Stories

“What do you think I want?” She did not answer. He did not push. “That silence,” he said softly. “It is fascinating. People usually fill it with anger.” Alina spoke then, surprising everyone. “She does not trust silence,” Alina said. Lorenzo looked at her. “Why not?” he asked. “Because silence here never stays empty,” Alina replied. Lorenzo studied her for a moment. Then he nodded. “That is fair,” he said. Amelia looked up. “Why are we here?” she asked suddenly.

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!"

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.

Who said silence doesn’t scream? ​ There are silences so fierce they tear you from reality, plunging you into a trance where life and afterlife blur together. Eyes squeezed shut, Ziniya felt panic claw at her, the relentless, piercing ring in her ears amplifying both relief and terror. Her soul, battered by the howling quiet, trembled as anxiety threatened to overwhelm her completely. ​ For a heartbeat, her mind threw up desperate walls, shielding her from the nightmare unraveling around her. Overwhelmed by hopelessness and exhaustion, she longed for release, aching for escape in the darkness—yet fate granted no comforting oblivion, only pain.

Lydia’s POV Grief is not loud. It is not screaming, or wailing, or even the sound of glass shattering. It is quiet. It creeps in when no one is watching, when the world has gone to sleep and the only thing left is silence. Silence that digs into your bones, silence that mocks you because you know the person you loved will never break it again. That’s what Rina’s absence feels like. A silence so sharp I feel like it has replaced my blood with knives.

“Give me your hand.” The next silence dragged on, and he got curious about what was going on behind him. His Head almost gave in to take a look back, but then the next sudden crushing sound made him flinch. Something had been crushed… And he was sure it wasn't a stick. Rachel’s choked up groan that soon disappeared as fast as it came made his skin cold. The first crushing sound soon became a repetition of five, then ten. After a while of listening to Rachel's quiet sniffle and a silent gasp that told him she wanted to scream but couldn't, Dylan's next words confirmed his suspicion.

Deep inside the frozen river, pressure builds without sound. A hush settles where ice presses down, unsteady atop the tallest ridges. Silence cracks under cold heaps that lean without warning. Silence is what it craves. Not death, but clearing - like wind through bare branches. Irritants cling too loud, too hot, buzzing across its stone flesh. The screams fade when the air thins. Cold returns things to stillness. What remains belongs. Noise does not. Stillness does. Here comes a question. A proposal follows.

The Eater nodded. Slowly. Reluctantly. "Before Aurora." A pause. "Before possibility." The crack widened further. "There was another force." The River shook. The Witness closed its eye briefly. As though remembering hurt. Then it spoke. "The Silence." The name spread across reality. Immediately. Every light dimmed. Every sound weakened. Even the River seemed quieter. As though the universe itself feared the name. "The Silence isn't a being." The Witness continued. "It is the absence of being."

he asked instead. The question came quieter this time. Less sharp. More— Curious. Caelan paused. Because that— That wasn’t a question people usually asked. Not like that. Not without reason. “It’s… heavier,” he said finally. “Everything is,” he added after a moment. “The air. The food. The silence.” “The silence?” “Yes.” Caelan’s gaze dropped briefly to his hands. “Here, silence feels like something’s missing,” he said. “There, it feels like something’s present.”

Rheis could feel her patience wearing thin as the weight of their collective silence pressed upon her once again. The once amicable atmosphere had transformed into an infuriating void, leaving her seething with frustration. The three of them, with their tight-lipped demeanor, seemed determined to keep her in the dark. Rheis was slowly but surely reaching her boiling point. Gradually, an unsettling sensation crept over her, akin to that of a malfunctioning contraption. She found herself tirelessly articulating her innermost musings, only to be met with an eerie silence. It seemed that no matter how many inquiries Rheis had already made, not a single soul cared to utter a word in response.