Silent Patient Genre Novels & Stories

The way no one feels like they need to fill the silence. “This is weird,” Finn mumbles. His eyes don’t open. Liam huffs softly. “You’ve said that already.” “Different weird,” Finn insists, voice slurring slightly at the edges. Jake smiles faintly. “Explain.” Finn takes a second. Or five. “…good weird,” he decides. Alex’s mouth curves just slightly. “Yeah.” The quiet settles again. Deeper this time. It would be easy to stay like this. That’s what makes what comes next matter.

The bump on the way out. Then the car park. The smallest gate. Two people with their phones out. She pressed her head back against the headrest and exhaled toward the window. Silas tapped his finger twice and changed lanes. He was good at silence. Most people weren't. Most people felt the gap and tried to fill it — music, small talk, a question that didn't need answering. He just drove and let the quiet be what it was, which under any other circumstances she might have appreciated. Right now it left her too much room to think, and her thoughts weren't being especially useful.

When I saw the happy smile on Mom's face, I suddenly felt myself becoming lighter. I gently caressed her smiling, happy face, and I silently gave her my best wishes. "Mom, you have to be happy forever!" A crystal-clear tear slid slowly down Mom's cheek and fell into my palm. However, my body soon began to become as transparent as the teardrop itself, until I finally disappeared into the air.

"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!"

Someone who wasn’t dreaming about her husband. Le Silencio was unlike any club back home. Subdued lighting, deep velvet banquettes, a pervasive sense of expensive, curated cool. The music wasn’t pounding; it was a deep, sensual throb, a bassline that vibrated in your chest. It felt sophisticated, dangerous. Perfect. I claimed a spot at the long, polished bar, ordering a French 75. The first sip was crisp, cold, bracing. I ordered another.

Jahaan se zamaane ko guzre zamaana hua Where the world passed Mera samay toh wahin pe hai thehra hua My time is still there Bataaun tumhe kya mere sath kya kya hua Tell me what happened to me Khamoshiyan ek saaz hai Tum dhun koi laao zaraa You tune someone Khamoshiyan alfaaz hain Kabhi aa gunguna le zara Silence is Alphas Sometimes come lukewarm Desperate to talk Let them say, please come Silences Your mine, silence Silences Draped, silenced Rivers water also flows silently here Lakh silences hidden in moonlight Where are the drops of rain There is a silent smoke in the burning hearts Silence is sky Come on you fly Feeling silent Do you feel Beqarar hain baat karne ko Kehne do inko zaraa.. h

When the doctor was done, she sighs and shook her head. Mark looked at the doctor impatiently asked "Any worries?" "Actually, it shows from my results that she is a patient of bipolar disorder and this has made it more critical as she has gone into a severe trauma. Hence, will be silently inactive for a long time." The doctor said "What do you mean silently inactive?" Mark asked "It means she would be quiet for a long time, won't respond to anyone or talk to anyone. And this will go until she recovers from her trauma" the doctor said

"That sounds nice." "That's belief," he said simply. “I don't doubt what I don't see. I can feel it! ”He explained to her. He stood in front of her. "Close your eyes." He asked and Alissa obeyed after a moment's hesitation. He gently stroked her cheek with his finger. "Do you feel that?" She nodded. "What was that?" He wanted to know. "Your finger."

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?"

He wasn’t fighting for me. He was fighting because of me. Because whatever this was between us — love, curse, obsession — it didn’t save people. It burned them. And maybe I was next. ⸻ -MALRIK KAINE- There’s a kind of silence that only comes after too much noise. Gunfire, metal, bones — they all blend into one sound after a while. And after that, there’s only breathing. Theirs. Then mine. I don’t remember who fired first. It didn’t matter.