Silence Is The Best Answer Novels & Stories

He typed. Deleted. Typed again. Finally: Nate: You're getting bold. Max: I told you. Nate: About what? Max: I know what I want. Nate stopped breathing for a second. He didn't respond. Not that night. Not the next morning. Max didn't chase him. He simply waited. ---------------------- Eventually, Nate called. "You've been quiet." Max's voice was amused. "Have I?" "Yes." "Busy?" "That's not what I meant."

She had nowhere else to go, so she suffered in silence. That pity had blinded him. It had become his excuse for everything she did. Not anymore. There were too many holes in Rainee's lies. He couldn't keep pretending he didn't see them. "Did you see Shiloh last night?" Manuel asked coldly. "Tell me the truth. What did you say to her?" Rainee froze, then covered her face and burst into tears.

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

We were the silence coming after. And silence always wins.

When cameras asked intrusive questions, he answered simply. “I’m here because I admire her.” No drama. No defense. Just truth. One evening, after a particularly triumphant product unveiling, they returned home exhausted but exhilarated. Mia kicked off her heels, laughter bubbling unexpectedly from her chest. “I think I finally understand something,” she said, turning toward him. “What’s that?” “Silence can be power.” He smiled. “Especially when it’s chosen.” She walked toward him slowly, sliding her arms around his neck.

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

He takes my hand in his, gently brushing his thumb over my knuckles. My heart is to heavy with pain, I fight back the tears as he become silent. I keep silent as well gazing at our entwined hands on the table. Sometimes silence is the best way to let someone know they did you wrong and at this moment, I’m at a lost for words.

___________________________________________________________________________ 20 / 12 / 2021 Silence… In all my life , from the age of 5 , never have I ever heard silence so much louder in a house filled with people. I like silence – it is calm , peaceful and relaxes my soul however; the silence that is in this house is suffocating. I can almost see and feel the house walls draw in closer , boxing us in and suffocating us in this small space.

Because sometimes the strongest thing you’ll ever do… Is nothing. No reply. No return. No relapsing into old patterns. Just walking away. Quietly. Softly. Completely.

Silence returns. But it is no longer suffocating. It is shelter.