Silence Is Golden Novels & Stories

She said smiling. "Should I say it, I said moving close to hear and whispering it into her ears, her mind raced in alarm, I got another one from Nicole, they had stolen Miss Michelle's gold wristwatch from the staff room last semester, everyone had suffered for it, I said everything to her ears and I feel her tremble. "Be careful what you wish for" I said making everyone stare at us, their inner thoughts full of questions about what the secret was to make the great Hanna cower in fear, to regain the situation Hanna slapped me.

“Am I such bad company?” Her lips twitched, the hint of a smile forming before she tilted her head. “You’re not the worst company,” she said lightly. “Though I seem to recall you admitting you haven’t been the best either.” I chuckled slowly, leaning back slightly. “Fair enough. What would you consider good company, then?” She hesitated, her fingers tracing the edge of her chair. “Silence,” she said finally. “Silence is good company. It doesn’t judge, or take, or... hurt.”

“How can you love silence and listen to heavy metal?” He laughs beautifully. His laughter fills the silence. “What does the music I listen to have to do with whether I love silence?” “Very much,” he grumbled, taking in his grayish gaze, “Heavy metal is very loud, it's everything that silence is not.” “I can enjoy silence and still need noises to not go crazy. And I like heavy metal. It is a matter of knowing how to balance both things.” "I understand." No, I'm not really understanding. “No, you don't.”

Unused to such friendliness, I fumbled awkwardly, pulling out my notepad to scribble my response. The room filled with stifled laughter. "She can't talk! She's mute!" someone blurted out. For a brief moment, Harvey looked stunned, even a little regretful. He scratched his head sheepishly, unsure of what to say. A girl sitting in front of us turned around and added loudly, "Not just mute—she's a wicked mute. You sure you want to sit with her?" I nervously twisted the paper with my name in my hand. Harvey shot her a sharp glare before sitting down beside me. He grabbed the note from my hand, read it, and greeted me with, "Nice to meet you, Raelynn."

“For now.” Silas’s smile was a flash of white in the twilight. “Excellent.” And as the creature of silence lunged, our fragile, treacherous alliance began. “For now,” I repeated, the words a promise and a threat woven together. The creature of silence lunged. It didn’t roar; it absorbed sound, creating a vacuum of absolute quiet that rushed toward us. The very light seemed to bend into its form.

I ordered. "Ok sir, right away." she answered then left. After a while, she came back and put the snacks and champagne glasses on the table. "Drink a glass and relax your mind." I said softly when Bertha left. She took a glass of champagne and drunk slowly. For hours we sat quietly next to each other without talking. I was very grateful because all I could think about was making love to her and her talking to me was making it hard. "We have reached our destination, so may you please ladies and gentlemen fasten your seat belts as we are about to land." The pilot spoke through the speaker.

This is bad, I sigh inwardly as I feel myself tighten. “Did we die?” She returns to her seat, her eyes still closed and I chuckle. “You’re not getting away from me that easy missy.” I say, smiling as I ruffle her hair and the silence returns. From the first time we met, silence seems to be her comfort. Maybe getting involved was the best decision I’ve made in my life after all. Smiling to myself I take her hand again and we drive in the warmth of the stillness that envelopes us, before we reach our destination.

I needed to find out what was going on, and I needed to find out now. As I stepped inside the palace, I was immediately swept away by the grandeur of the place. The white marble interior gleamed with gold accents everywhere, making it look like something out of a dream. The palace was enormous, with big glass arch windows reaching all the way to the roof, allowing bright light to flood in and make the gold on the pillars and staircases shine even brighter. Whoever this king was, he sure loved gold. I couldn’t help but be captivated by the intricate gold patterns engraved into the pillars. They were so beautiful, almost mesmerizing. Without thinking, I reached out to touch one, wanting to fee

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!"

It is quite an abandoned place, and the only voice that is visible was the professors. "Answer the working sheet, then we will discuss the concept." An inevitable nothing hops in the four corners of the room. A deafening silence; Silence is emptiness; broken by sounds that break it like glass. The lack of life, the deafness of breaking with choppy breaths, and the beating of a human heart, silence is noise, but very different from what we are used to. It's the deafening absence of noise. This noise; the loudest noise one can hear as they are not other noises competing to disperse what is perceived as silence. True silence, they say, is gold. And although this may be true; Silence is lonely t