Silent Solitude Novels & Stories

The baby cried again. A thin, desperate sound that seemed to travel through the walls. Zara stood frozen. For a moment, her mind refused to accept what she was hearing. There was no baby here. There couldn’t be. Yet the cry came again. Closer. Louder. Adrian reached for her hand. “Zara.” She barely heard him. “That sounds like me.” Nobody corrected her. Because everyone in the room knew it. The same frightened cry. The same sharp, breathless rhythm.

The silence came like a held breath, silver noticed it when she woke. She lay still beneath the furs, eyes open, waiting for the familiar brush of sound along the edges of her thoughts. The whispers had become a constant companion over the past weeks, unwelcome but predictable. They curled through her mind at odd hours, pressed into her insecurities, named her fractures with cruel intimacy. This morning, there was nothing, no murmur or presence. Her chest tightened. She sat up slowly, pressing two fingers to her temple as if she could coax the sound back. The quiet stretched, deep and unnatural, like a forest emptied of birds, it was too still.

Ri dropped me off at home after our conversation. Both of us were adamant about refusing to give in to each other's wishes so the car ride was spent in silence because there was nothing else left to say. I currently sit in my room by myself. Solitude gives me peace, it gives me time to arrange my thoughts and give myself the mental pep talk I need. The house is silent and I rest my back on the headboard as I listen to the wind whistle and stare at the curtains that move ghostly across my window revealing glimpses of a full moon.

The only brief moments of quiet ensued only after a bout of wailing and irritable sniffles, and even that silence was not of their making, but more something that fell upon them, a compulsion of sorts, beyond their power, like fear. Even Saelin was guilty of this crime, and though she was the only one dear to him, he'd found her constant nagging an annoyance worthy of a special distaste. One reserved exclusively for her. In the conisoir, a child who didn't know how to hold their tongue would find it forfeit in time. Even so, the priest was beginning to turn the solitude Sethlzaar found in silence into a form of isolation. He found that even in the sounds of Ayla all around him, there was a d

The silence is a physical blow. I am thrown back into myself. Into my own skull. My own skin. The boundaries of my body feel like a prison. The constant, low-level hum of Arthur’s presence, the background radiation of my existence for years, is just… gone. There is nothing. A void. A deafening, absolute silence in a part of my mind I didn’t even know was noisy. I am separate. Truly, utterly, alone.

The house was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Not peaceful. Not calm. Curated. Jordan Elaine stood at the kitchen sink, fingers wrapped around the porcelain edge, staring at her reflection in the darkened window. Outside, the city glowed faintly, and distant headlights, muted sirens, the hum of a world that never slept. Inside, there was only silence. The kind that pressed against her chest until breathing felt like effort. She had learned, over time, not to fill it.

I looked up to see him still staring then I tried to take my eyes off him but he wouldn't let me, he turned my face to him and slowly put his lips on mine, I wanted to push him, I wanted to yell at him but I couldn't do anything then I finally give in, I relaxed and let him have his way, then the most strange thing happened his thoughts almost explode my brain, I could hear it loud and clear now. 'I love you Natalie right from the first day I met you, every day the feelings grow I just couldn't take my eyes off you, and I want to always be with you' damn, I thought as I heard his silent confession which I wish he had said out loud instead of saying it with his thoughts, the shutter of a phon

He just sighed and shook his head at Mom. … Mom hadn't slept in two days. She had done everything on her own. My body was placed in a wooden crate and buried beneath the largest tree in the forest. Mom sat against the tree trunk, staring dazedly at the patch of earth where I had been buried. She only went home when it got dark. Her eyes were swollen from crying as she lay on the bed. She lay there without moving an inch, like my body that had been sealed inside that wooden crate. I hovered beside her and tried to pat her back, the way she had always put me to sleep. However, my hand went right through her body.

Slowly, deliberately, he drove himself deep inside her. Selah’s eyes fluttered shut as a high, broken cry echoed through the quiet study. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back as he began a slow, heavy, and devastatingly deep rhythm. Every thrust was a silent vow, a physical manifestation of the promise resting on her left hand. They moved together in a seamless, perfect harmony, completely consumed by the fire they had built, entirely untethered from the rest of the world.

It was a scene of idyllic happiness, a painful reminder of the life she had lost, the future that would never be. She sank onto a secluded bench, the cool wood a welcome anchor against the swirling chaos in her mind. The silence here was different from the silence in the apartment. It was a natural silence, broken by the chirping of birds and the distant murmur of voices, a silence that allowed for reflection, for processing.