Silence Novels & Stories

3rd Person. It was silent. The physical distance between Gabbie and Kiel is not even a meter apart but the internal barrier felt like a kilometer long. No one is breaking the silence or even planning to at any moment. They both want to savor the relationship that is at the risk to change with the news that Gabbie is very willing to hide forever but about to spill.

Aria Vale had learned, over the years, that silence was not the same as emptiness. People who had never lost their hearing always assumed the two were related. They were not. Silence had texture. It had dimensions that shifted depending on the hour, the season, the quality of light coming through a window. On certain mornings, when the city outside her apartment moved in that slow, amber way of early autumn, silence felt almost like a companion — familiar, unhurried, asking nothing of her.

The steady, rhythmic sweep of the windshield wipers was the only sound inside the leather-scented cocoon of Xavier’s sedan as the autumn rain lashed against the tinted glass. Outside, the city was a blur of smeared neon lights and wet asphalt, but inside, the silence between them was thick, heavy, and humming with the aftershocks of the dinner.

No one spoke. That was what Elena remembered most about the moment after the screen went dark, not outrage, not gasps, not chaos. Just silence. Thick, heavy, collective silence that pressed down on the room like a held breath. The kind of silence that meant people were thinking. The kind Helen had never prepared for.

I used to think silence meant peace. That if the world stopped shouting, I could finally breathe. But lately, silence has been louder than any argument. Louder than Michelle’s lies, or Edward’s fake concern. Louder than Emily’s refusal to meet my eyes. Today, the silence screamed again.

She longed for the chaos of conversation, the rhythm of communication, yet the emptiness remained, heavy and suffocating. It was in the quiet of one particularly lonely evening, rain pattering against the window, that Amara finally understood the truth. Silence was not neutral. Silence was a force, a pressure that demanded action. It was not the absence of words, but the presence of a choice deferred, a mirror held up to the heart, forcing her to confront what she truly wanted.

The door slams shut leaving me alone in the room. My eyes widen in alarm as my stomach churns and I throw up the breakfast I had this morning. -- Gia: The ride back home is quiet. People say anger is one of the strongest emotions, but I don’t agree. Silence is. Being silent means you have been robbed of all your emotions, it means numbness. At that moment, you don’t feel anything. Not even anger, pain, sadness. You just feel...empty.

His mom asked and he could only part his lips in silence as he stared at his messed up plate. “Would something light be better?” As they whispered amongst themselves... "Probably, he doesn't seem to enjoy swallowing." "Would something hot do? Paige says she likes something hot when she's weak." Their voices were getting a little to loud for him. "Tea?" “That doesn't sound too bad.” And without thinking fast, the words left his mouth before he could hold it back. “Could you all please be quiet for a minute, I said I'm fine.” A cold silence brimmed at their midst in surprise.

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I re

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.