Silent Separation Novels & Stories

He was her connection to the unseen, her window into the hidden realms. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, broken only by the faint static of the phone line. Riana held her breath, her senses on high alert, waiting for Kai's response. The air around her seemed to crackle with unseen energy, a palpable tension that prickled her skin. She felt a cold shiver run down her spine, a premonition of the darkness that lay ahead.

“Matteo.” Everyone froze. Zara knew that voice. Giovanni. Her blood ran cold. Matteo whispered: “He found us.” Samuel looked at the tunnel entrance. “How?” Matteo’s eyes moved toward Samuel. The silence lasted one second too long. Zara noticed. Her stomach dropped. “No.” Samuel stared at Matteo. “Don’t.” Zara looked between them. “What is he talking about?” Matteo took a step backward. His eyes never leaving Samuel.

In the heavy atmosphere, their silent support was more profound and genuine than any words of consolation. In the midst of our silent despair, Ethan's phone rang suddenly. The unexpected sound shattered the oppressive atmosphere in the room, and all eyes turned toward him instantly. Ethan answered the call, but before he could speak, his expression changed dramatically, as if he sensed something ominous. He quickly activated the speakerphone, making the conversation audible to everyone. My heart raced, a gut feeling telling me that this call would bring more bad news.

Neither spoke. Nate stared at him. Max stared back. And in the silence between them, everything they'd spent months refusing to say seemed to gather at once. The door remained open. Neither of them moved. Neither looked away.

"It’s called silence. People used to pay a lot of credits for it back in the Old Era." "It feels like being hollowed out," Sofia whispered, pushing herself up. Her muscles groaned, a slow, dull ache that felt entirely too real. "I keep waiting for the pulse. That rhythmic thud that tells me the grid is active. Now, all I hear is my own heart. It’s slow. It’s... pathetic."

11-BEING HIM Athena woke up in an unfamiliar room, her senses immediately assaulted by an eerie silence. She lay there quietly, keeping her eyes closed, trying to gather her bearings. The beeping of the machines that surrounded the bed matched her breaths, the only indications of her heartbeat, her existence in this strange place.

Then I sit back, let the cold air bite at my skin, and whisper to myself: “Let her guess.” Because this time, I am not coming with noise. I am coming with silence. And silence always cuts deeper.

Watching everything fall into place. Piece by piece. “Good,” she whispered. “Now we’re getting somewhere.” Back in her room— Grace picked up her phone one last time. Her eyes fixed on Johnny’s name. Her heart heavy. Then slowly— She opened the settings. Her fingers trembling slightly as tried to hit the call button. And with one quiet motion— She locked her phone. The screen went blank. And so did something inside her. Because sometimes— It’s not the distance that breaks people. It’s the silence.

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

The basement was cold, damp, and oppressive. Stephen brought me only one meal a day. At first, I was utterly terrified, so frightened that I forced my eyes open wide in the darkness, straining to see anything. When a rat scurried by, my heart pounded uncontrollably. As a mute, however, no matter how terrified I was, I couldn't make a sound. All I could do was curl up against the wall, clutching myself tightly and trembling as fear consumed me.