Silence In The Library Novels & Stories

Sophia was finally full and about to burst at these people that talking inside her library. "Oh, Ms. Rafa." "Congratulations for Amari Rafa--" "Ehem, Haven't you forgotten? Immortals are not allowed to talk aloud in the library." Sophia pointed out the signboard where strict rules in the library bookshop should be followed. "Oh, I am sorry Ms. Rafa." "Good, if you are not gonna read or buy anything you should just talk outside. They are also people who enjoy the silence here inside." Sophia said sighing at these civilians.

I walked to the library immediately, the hall was quiet, and as everyone was back home, probably having their lunch, the silence was choking, and I felt my heart begin to beat fast within me. Something is wrong somewhere, but I waved the idea out of my mind, what could possibly go wrong, my palms were moist with perspiration, this is unusual. I can't remember having such feelings, I hasten up, maybe it's the lonely path to the library. The library was dark, but a switch was just there to provide light, ‘Run’

its pages dog-eared and marked with notes in her neat, spidery handwriting. The library was a place of quiet concentration, a space where the world outside faded away. The soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of pages were the only sounds that disturbed the silence. It was a silence that Hazel craved, a silence that allowed her thoughts to flow freely, unburdened by distractions.

I asked sounding a little surprised. "Because those books are gained, only the gamma have access to them, you see that white library on the other side. Can only be accessed by the officials and the gamma, and that's where they are" She explained after pointing to the other library situated up the library I was in. I thanked her letting out an exasperated sigh before I decided to go. "Um...Ariana" she called immediately I turned to go. "I'm.... I'm sorry, I ignored you, I shouldn't have done that" she apologized and I smiled in response. I think that's a good start.

And he's the one stuck in that boring office so I guess we both struggle every day. Classroom three-two, three-three, ah there it is, classroom three-four... Silence. I freeze as I entered the room. A ghost? A corpse? Shaking the thoughts from my head I move to my desk at the front of the room and place my things down neatly before moving to the lifeless body at the back. As I moved closer, I could hear the music coming from their headphones... All time low. Hmm, they're got good taste in music. A female student?

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

It was unusual for the library to be anything other than a sanctuary of silence, and the presence of voices suggested that something out of the ordinary was happening. Intrigued, I followed the sound, my footsteps falling softly on the polished floor as I moved closer. Peering through the rows of bookshelves, I caught sight of three figures engaged in an intense conversation. Their hushed tones carried an air of secrecy, their gestures hinting at a clandestine affair. It was as if they were discussing something they shouldn't be.

she clarified instantly clearing my mind of any possible violation of the school orders I followed her, taking along with me my Biology textbook, not that it appealed to me, but I love my drawings. I was struck with awe when we got to the library, it was like a mini modern library center, and other students were already taking their sit, while trying to maintain silence and those who did not, met with the stern glance with the librarian. A short stout woman who looked ready to kill should anyone disturb her quiet library. Her glasses hanging at the tip of her nose. I decided to play it cool, places like this were the perfect places to play pranks and blame it on someone else

The library smelled of aged paper and soft polish, the kind of scent that wrapped around you like a memory. Anna stepped inside, her bag slung loosely over her shoulder, eyes darting across the familiar rows of shelves. It was one of the few places on campus where silence felt like a sanctuary instead of a punishment.

Perhaps, just maybe, I could finish it out. I slid into the library like a specter. The high doors groaned softly as I opened them, and for an awful instant, I thought someone might have heard. But there was nothing. Silence. The library was gigantic—row after row of towering bookshelves, wheeled ladders, and dusty tomes propped on pedestals like they were artifacts of gods long forgotten.