Silent Rain Novels & Stories

Thud. Thud. Thud. "What the hell is that?" Sam asked as something hit the wall in a continuous motion. It was coming from the room next to ours. Sam and I stared at the wall, wondering what Grace- the girl in the next room- was doing. The thuds grew louder and faster, then it finally dawned on me. My face reddened like a tomato as sounds of Grace moaning filled our whole room. "Holy shit. Grace, it's too early for this." Sam shouted but I knew Grace wouldn't hear anything, she was preoccupied at the moment.

Water traced delicate paths down the glass panes, catching the lanternlight in glints that almost looked like gold. Elara’s fingers tightened around the strap of her satchel. She had expected triumph — some swelling moment of vindication. But all she felt was… stillness. And exhaustion. “Do you hear that?” she whispered. Lena tilted her head. “The rain?” “It’s quiet,” Elara said. “The city hasn’t been this quiet since…” She stopped. Since before Cassidy had devoured it with whispers. Lena placed a hand gently on her arm. “This is what happens when noise collapses. When fear starts to lose its echo. It gets quiet.”

The silver rain didn't so much stop as it congealed. One moment, the air outside the Mouth of the Weeping Stone was a lethal, hissing mist of liquid data; the next, it had thickened into a heavy, violet fog that clung to the obsidian jaggedness of the First Tier like a shroud. The silence that followed was worse than the storm. It was a vacuum of sound, a digital "Silence" that made my ears ring with the phantom hum of the Seventh Peak's internal processors.

She rose to her feet, heart trembling. The Flow was moving beneath the earth again, stronger than before. She knelt, pressing her hand to the soil. “Kaenora,” she whispered. “Are you calling?” The answer came as a pulse—soft but sure. > thrum … silence … thrum … silence … It was not the song of mourning. It was the sound of awakening. Mira smiled through her tears. “They’re listening,” she whispered. “Even the world beyond the hills.” That night, when the stars rose,

The world did not end with a bang or a whimper; it ended with the most beautiful silence I have ever known. In the old world—the world of the Firm, the Grid, and the endless ticking of Jinyan’s clockwork heart—silence was a predatory thing. It was the space between heartbeats where a sniper took aim; it was the dead air on a comms-line that meant your partner was gone. But here, in our villa perched on the jagged cliffs of the Adriatic, silence is a living, breathing tapestry. It is the sound of the tide pulling at the white pebbles below, the rustle of lemon leaves in the salt-heavy breeze, and, most importantly, the steady, rhythmic breathing of the man who chose to become mortal just to h

Silence crashes over the room. Cold. Absolute. Impossible.

No, he came nearer as something, not born of fear, but something new and utterly different, a hinting low awareness of this he could not tell, came to him, a feeling in his bones in answer to a call never made. Kaela was crouching right behind him, very stiff, not to fight, but waiting an impossibility as though she could feel in the air the gradual undoing of history out of sound or chronicle, but in the coldness of the air against her cheeks. Sira went nearer the wall of the chamber and softly her little silverlight gathered in her hand like the thought of thread remembering its use and already murmuring in answer to something much older. Raelin remained further back, her eyes fixed upon t

There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you If there is a morning to come I wish I could hear you again, hear you I can only see your smile Stay in the room There is no one like you Be who they are You are the sun in the rainy season And on my cloudy morning There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you Be who they are There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you Be who they are There is no one like you Be who they are Just like Rolling in the Deep, Sila ended quickly, Annie who’s about to dance doesn’t come out also so we went s

Winter snapped almost causing my left ear to go deaf. “I’m sorry sir” he said softly with his head faced down. “YOU ARE A DISAPPOINTMENT NOTHING MORE!” he yelled. “I wonder how Mr. Haze would think if he saw you right now.” I felt something wetting my hand as I slowly took a glance at my hand which was on the table just beneath Sorrows head. Tears had covered it and I knew they came from Sorrow. “Everyone you can go home” Mr. Winter quickly said. We all started packing our books and heading out.

The cicadas sing to the full moon as I stir, unable to completely fall asleep. I’d forgotten how beautifully annoying these things were. Even with jet lag falling asleep is difficult. Hmm... that’s not a cicada. Stirring again, I reached my phone as the screen lit up, my ringtone blaring into the silent room. It’s after Three AM right now... “... who the hell is calling at this...” Oh. My annoyance crumbles and a smile plasters across my face at the caller ID.