Silent Sorrow Novels & Stories

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

My hands are shaking as I held a blade over my pulse. My palms are sweaty and cold, tears stream from my eyes as the past events in my life unfold before me. I watch my life rewind with an emotionless stare as all I feel now is that I am so lost. Hopeless. Sad. Alone.

Every time, they chipped away at me, splintering my heart. And every time, I lashed out without thinking. "That was your child! How could you say such a thing?" Lucas would always meet my anger with that same cold stare, never responding, as if he enjoyed watching me unravel. But now? I felt nothing. I had gone completely numb. Maybe it was the blood loss, or maybe it was exhaustion, but the cold wind seeping in from the window made me shiver violently. I cleared my throat and forced my voice to remain distant.

Kael I’d forgotten what real silence felt like. Not the kind that hums in your blood before a fight. Not the kind that falls after a scream. The other kind. The kind that means the world is holding its breath because something worse is about to exhale. That was the silence that hit just before the first horn blew. It rolled through the valley like a wound splitting open, low and deep and hungry. And every part of me—the part that was mine, the part that wasn’t anymore—knew exactly what it meant.

Between them lay slabs of obsidian carved with runes so old they bled light from their cracks, whispering to the silence that had taken their place. The air was thick, heavy not with smoke or ash, but with memory. Every gust carried the faint scent of old blood and the ghostly echo of prayers that had never been answered. The ground itself hummed — a low, mournful vibration that trembled through Soren’s bones, as if the world were breathing in its sleep. Soren stood in the heart of it, his boots sinking into the damp earth, eyes wide and hollow. The silence here was unnatural — not absence, but awareness. It wasn’t the quiet of death. It was the quiet of something vast, listening.

We sat there for what felt like an eternity, the silence pressing against my ears like a scream held too long. Time blurred in the heavy stillness, broken only by the quiet sobs and the rustle of leaves under careful steps. We mourned lives we had barely known, souls who had barely brushed our world, yet their absence carved an aching void inside me, like a wound I hadn’t expected but now could never forget.

The alternate Silas’s voice broke completely. “But she’s gone.” Silence crashed across the city. The Hollow stilled. Hungry again. Waiting for surrender. The alternate version trembled violently. Then finally whispered the words that changed everything: “And I miss her anyway.” The world stopped. Not denial. Not despair. Truth. Simple. Human. The Hollow shrieked in agony. The fractures overhead shattered with blinding silver and gold light. Because for the first time— someone grieved without surrendering.

The bond was a dying star in his chest. It was a cold, dense weight that pulled everything inward towards the silence. Silas wasn’t living in time as others knew it. He existed in a space between the last moment he’d seen her face and the next pang of her absence. The world had become a series of muted, meaningless tasks he performed with the efficiency of a ghost.

The sound of nothingness rangout through the darkness that was endless in all directions. The longer I stood in one place I could feel the coldness of the dark seeping into my bones as the feeling of thousands of little needle pricks tingled over my skin leaving it numb. Breathing in deeply I let my mind linger on the silence around me. But I am left with the bitter taste of emptiness on the tip of my tongue. Thoughts whirled in and out spreading like a wildfire wondering if I had met an untimely death, by the darkness taking me as I slept. Stabbing into my mind and drowing me in the absence of light, causing my insides to feel hollow as if the small bit that once illuminated my soul was no

Without her realizing it, her long-buried grievances seemed to be easing away. Her eyes turned watery. The lyrics were a bunch of simple and straightforward words, yet she found herself completely absorbed in them. "Whisper of the Silence." Danise smiled. "Lovely song, isn't it?" "Whisper... of the Silence?" A glimmer appeared in her lifeless gaze. "Such a beautiful name. Is this your latest work?" "How I wish. It's Kyle." Staring into her eyes, he continued, "He composed it with hopes that it could reach the ears of somebody he misses."