Silence Is Louder Than Words Novels & Stories

I hear my heartbeat, too loud in my ears it is like a drum is being directly beside it. My father is the pictorial representation of calm, he represents the calm seas in warm afternoons while I’m the violent waves during a thunderstorm. If you have been close to both, you’ll know which is more dangerous and it is in this case that you realize, silence is the most dangerous thing in the world. It is the most destructive thing. Anger can do so much but silence, that destroys nations.

One poorly chosen word. Irreversible. I imagined my hands shaking, my voice breaking, headlines twisting every syllable. My throat tightened. Absolutely not. Silence. Say nothing. Disappear. Let the storm exhaust itself. Silence could feel dignified. Untouchable. Above the noise. But silence could also look like confirmation. The world hated empty spaces. It filled them with its own stories. And right now, their stories were merciless. I exhaled slowly. Silence was both shield and weapon.

Eyes that say more than silence ever could. ---

LUCA SILENCE. For a moment, it seemed like the air stood still… a suffocating silence stretched across the room, thick like fog before a storm. Yet within that silence, there were words, unspoken but loud, heavy with meaning. And I heard them. I understood the message that silence held.

Bleeding. SILENCE

I grin slyly at her and she chuckles nervously avoiding my eyes. "Will do." she smiles and my grin broadens. "Hmm. People will die from shock when they find out you do know how to talk… a lot...” Or how absolutely adorable you can be. On second thought, I’d like to be the only one. "They know I can talk. They just always seem to distort my words making me look insensitive… so I choose to stay silent." "I see." she really is a strong. Sensitive and thoughtful. "Yuzuki?"

But his silence was louder than any word. And so the cracks began.

She then sang with everything she had in her. ‘Fools said I, you do not know Silence like cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that I might reach you. But my words, like silent raindrops, fell And echoed in the wells of silence. And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming And the sign said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls And whispered in the sound of silence. ‘

Benjamin, as the father of the child, volunteered to drive her. Throughout the drive, the conversation was one-sided, with Benjamin trying to strike up a conversation. Nissa, as always, couldn't speak. But even if she could, she wouldn't have bothered with hand signs just to reply to him. There was a time when Benjamin ignored her silence. Now, it was he who wanted to speak, but she didn't want to hear it. So he rambled on, as if trying to pour out everything he'd never said in his entire life.

We try to come up with a solution for that problem when we start hearing noises outside. "Down on your Knees! Don't test my patience boy! I won't hesitate to use this." I hear one of the guard's voice ring out from the darkness with nothing but the torch light illuminating the place. "I am going to connect to the speakers and play loud deafening music. The second that happens, you break the window. The music might be able to drown the noise a bit." Ian says as soon as the lights come back. He does exactly as he says and loud music starts blaring through the speakers. But as soon as it started, we hear a gunshot and the music stops just as quickly. My heart starts beating loudly, breaking the