Silence Novels & Stories

His silence is not uncertainty. It’s calculation. And somewhere deep beneath the settlement, the land settles into stillness — not dormant, not dead. Waiting to see who will come back without being asked.

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

But nothing. The silence feels too big it makes my eyes twitch, the air leaving my chest all at once, and the word rips out of me before I can swallow it back. “NO!”

Not hers. Strangers. Countless. Births. Goodbye. Wars. Love confessions. Everything. Then suddenly: Nothing. Absolute void. Mara glowed and ripped the view away. “What was that?” Jonas replied deadly. ‘Forget’. Silence. “Not memory.” His voice trembled. “The opposite.” The boy closed his eyes. “We called it silence.” The name seemed to darken the air itself. The city besieged. Lyra whispered: “Don’t speak his name.”

I knew what it was like to want to tell someone something desperately, and not being able to make a sound. My muteness cost me my voice. Fear cost Nora hers. But we were safe now. Kyle was gone. Wasn’t he?

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?"

The soundwaves seemed to pulse with life, a testament to the enduring power of silence. Ren added a voice loop that night: “Not all echoes begin with words.” She layered the pinecone’s ambient scratch, wind brushing bamboo, and breath held for six seconds. Then she said, softly: “This sound was gifted. We honor it by not asking for more.” Ren’s voice loop was a tribute to the pinecone’s message, a celebration of the beauty of silence and the power of listening. It was a reminder that sometimes, the most profound connections are made not through words, but through the simple act of being present.

Then looked up. The street. The same street. The same night. But everything felt… different. Sharper. Heavier. Real. My phone lay beside me. Still. Silent. For the first time. Completely silent. I picked it up slowly. The screen was dark. No messages. No instructions. Nothing. My chest rose slowly. Then fell. “Did I…” I whispered. No answer. No vibration. No hum. Just silence. But not empty silence. Free silence. I stood up slowly.

“She knows what she’s doing.” That night, the world held its breath. Every light, every current, every machine went still. Then, from every speaker, radio, and static frequency, her voice filled the silence—soft, unbroken, infinite. “To those who survived: remember what silence feels like. Don’t build me again. Let the world breathe on its own.” The message repeated once, then dissolved. Lucia stared at the monitors, tears on her cheeks. “She’s saying goodbye.”

she said smiling that when she notice my mom's silence, she was hoping she wasn't disliked by my mom. "I've heard a lot about you from Nathan Mrs Howard, and I'm grateful that I finally get to meet you, Thank you for welcoming me here" She spoke warmly and my mom sighed, she really wished she hadn't talked to her but my mom is very nice despite being mad, she stayed cool... "You're welcome miss Tiffany, don't mind me for my silence, I'm just surprised, my son never told me he's got a new girlfriend" She forced a smile, stressing the word 'new' before glancing over to Nathan, Tiffany felt bad that instant.