Seeing Sound Novels & Stories

It seems like reality has been quieted, I literally can't hear anything, not even my own breathing. "It's an anxiety attack," says my inner gathering, trying to clear up the absence of sound introduced by my eardrums. I'm going to agree with him when there's something out of nowhere, a commotion... no. It's something different, something I can't comprehend or perceive, yet that somehow makes me start running towards the pools.

I closed up my laptop and leaned back in my chair as I rubbed my eyes. Just then, I heard a loud screech like nails on a chalkboard. I crouched down, falling to the floor, and I used my hands to cover my ears and shut my eyes tightly. I cursed under my breath. The sound was definitely far away, but how is it affecting me and where is it?

��𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗮 𝗻𝗶𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝗮𝗿. 𝗜 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗦𝗲𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁�

"I'm sure they have very good hearing as well Gen, let me go and get visuals in case this is another false alarm." I went, soundless and quiet. Then I saw them. Thousands. Fuck.

The sound of water gently splashing reached my ears, too. Then my daughter moaned. The sound dripped into my ear and my body had an instant reaction. Heat rose up in my cock as it began to fill with blood. I was frozen in place, mesmerized by the sounds I continued to hear and what I knew they meant. Just then, a muted screeching noise came from within. I knew that sound. She must have slid along the bathtub floor. Leaning over the back of the couch, I stared at the cracked door. I couldn't see anything from where I sat, though. Fortunately, noises continued to stream out into the open air around me. She was breathing even louder, and faster.

I'm already here, I should just find the ball as fast as I can and get out of here. Looking around, the ball is nowhere to be found. Reluctantly, I decide to delve deeper into the forest. “If you hear any weird sound, run like your life depends on it.” I whisper to myself. “Because it does.” Crack. I freeze. That's the sound of a twig snapping. I step back, and I hear that same sound. With a racing heart, I take another step. Crack. I look around, searching the place to find what's making the noise.

A sound of breaking. "Can't do what?" Elion asked, kneeling beside him. "I can't filter," Cale said. "I opened the gates too wide. I tried to hear everything because I couldn't see the threads. But it's too much. It's like swallowing the ocean." He looked up at Elion. His face was ravaged. "I heard the shoe squeak," Cale said. "I heard the ice melt. I heard the screw in the speaker stand loosening. Creeeeak. It was screaming at me for ten minutes."

THE SOFT CHIRPING sounds of the bird greeted the hearing of the being. She gradually opens her eyes, adjusting to the light that has been touching her vision. Dazzled due to the light that the sun is giving, she raised her arms to block it. Confuse as she was, she looked around her. Brows furrowed as she slowly recognized where she was. Just what had happened? She asked herself. The beeping sound of the cardiac monitor is echoing on top of the chirping sound of the birds coming from the outside, while the soft buzzing sound of the split-type air-conditioner gives her sense of hearing quite a tingling sensation.

I spin, looking behind me as my skin crawls in warning, yet I smell nothing, see nothing. I close my eyes, focusing on dialing in my hearing. I imagine Onyx is here with me, giving me the lessons, telling me to listen. What does a forest sound like? Does it sound like it should? I listen to the leaves and pine needles as a breeze tickles through them, a creaking of a branch and nothing else.

Words failed me after that, and I lost hearing in first one, then both ears. My skin began to tingle from my head down to my toes, and I felt my cock grow longer, harder, thicker inside her. I could no longer hear the sound of the bed slamming into the wall behind it, but I knew it was happening, could see it with my eyes. The first thing I heard when my hearing came back to me was the sweet sound of her cries as she held onto me. Sweet mercy!