Seeing Sound Novels & Stories

She needed someone who would guide her. Someone who would help her. Her head snapped upright suddenly as a loud, deafening sound filled the air. The noise pierced her ears, making her wince. The sound continued to grow louder and louder, shaking her whole being, until it became impossible for her to hear anything else except for the terrible shrieking noise that was echoing around her and reverberating inside of her skull.

I prayed that nobody could hear me as I walked further away from the little bit of light and the big house. I heard the sound of...something. You know, when you hear something, but you can't put a name to it, but you know that you heard something? It was like that. It's not that I felt uneasy, it's just that I felt ...like whatever I'd heard was big and very nearby. I froze and held in my breath as I blinked and turned in the direction of where I'd heard the sound come from. I stared into the dark space, at first not seeing anything, until my vision cleared or somehow some kind of light shined and I was able to see what it was that I was looking at.

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?

Ava pov The first sound Ava heard was her own breath, fragile and uneven, like a child learning to inhale for the first time. Every part of her body felt foreign her fingers trembling, her skin burning, her heartbeat echoing in a rhythm she didn’t recognize. When she opened her eyes, the world was dim, washed in shades of grey and ash. She could feel the cold biting into her bones, but under it was something else: a low vibration, a hum buried deep in the air, too faint for the ear but clear in her blood.

A sound on the mate bond. I feel my eyes light up, the heat building up behind them, and then the sound comes once again, a deep, mirth-filled, husky laugh. I chase that sound mentally, wanting it to start from the beginning, wanting to hear it again but I can only hear it continue and then it dies out. It’s…

I can hear voices asking for help. I can feel people's emotions gently in my ears begging and hoping that someone could save them. It's like a daily routine that happens each day. “Mommy! Mommy!--” I can hear a loud cry coming from a child and an infant. I can feel their loss, hoping that they can find that certain person that they are looking for. I can also sense the metal thing falling from the sky, making a huge explosion when it reaches the ground and the sound of people panicking while thinking of a way for survival.

He blushed as he was congratulated. One spectator from afar didn't like any of it. "Fast. Ingenious. Tsk. But he's still deaf. He's useless."

"What is that sound? I heard mother question as she walked back into my room. I initially thought, that is her way of trying to get me to loosen up, but then, I too was hearing a cricket kind of sound I turned towards her, and shrugged my shoulders, telling her I didn't know what sound it is that she was asking. " It must be a bird or something, but then the sound became louder, as it seem to draw closer to our ears, and we had to look outside, through the window. I was shocked to find Myles there, kneeling down and screaming my name at the top of his voice, I am very sure that his mother could hear his voice from the other side of the house.

I took a few steps and that's when I heard a strange sound. It sounded like the whooshing of a cloth through the air. It came from above me. I stopped dead on my tracks. Glancing up furtively at the roofs of the houses around me, nobody. I tried tuning into my dialed up hearing but it didn't work. Once my dialed up hearing was activated I could place distance of objects and if they were moving just by listening to how far away the sounds the made were.

I called out, a sense of urgency in my voice, as I instinctively moved in the direction of the sound. From the depths of the bathroom, Guila’s voice echoed back to me, breaking the stillness. “I’m in the shower,” she shouted, her words reaching me like an echo through the tiled walls. It was in that instance of realization that I connected the dots: the auditory sensation I had picked up was indeed the rhythmic symphony of water cascading onto the bathroom floor.