Silent Spring Audiobook Novels & Stories

The water was clear enough for me to see every rock that covered the bottom of it, every color could be seen. "Subhanallah" I whispered as I heard birds chirping around me. The first time I talked my throat felt like sandpaper no one said a word when it came to my past, they knew it all from going through the journal that had been my only companion in the darkness I came from, I didn't say anything when Myra returned the journal to me with tears in her eyes and I looked away from the sympathetic gazes of my family.

He was taking this class? "Oh my God! No fucking way." I muttered to myself in disbelief. Before I could look away, Ryker's gaze locked with mine from the bottom of the auditorium. A surge of emotions coursed through me as he started to make his way towards me. My heart thundered in my chest as I quickly averted my gaze and started to lipsync to the song that was currently playing to distract myself, but then it ended and the next one refused to play. I nervously grabbed my phone and tried to unlock it as Ryker neared me but I realized that it was dead.

Whispering soothing words, Adler made his way out of the base with Franklyn. They stepped out into the cool air, surrounded by lush greenery. Franklyn's breath came out in shallow gasps, the fresh air a welcome relief from the suffocating stench of blood and fear. He leaned against Adler, trying to steady his trembling legs, still having a shock playing over his heart. "I can still hear them. The screams... they won't stop," Franklyn whispered, his voice strained with emotion. Choking now and then, he couldn't form a word at all.

She missed walking down the road like every other average lady without any fear of being watched. She missed the nostalgic feeling of freedom. She laughed at how things had barely changed. Not like she had expected it to, but she couldn’t help but wish things had changed. Diverting to the lonely path, she took out her phone and plugged in her earphones, playing gentle music to go with the environment, and twirled around noiselessly. This was her favorite scene. Her in a quiet place surrounded by nothing but grass and a pond, dancing with an invisible partner. Suddenly, she stopped and stared straight at her front, trying hard not to fall from her sudden stop.

Finally, she remembered that when she was younger, she was able to talk and just be quiet. It was the fact that she had been shunned at the rogue pack not to talk that she had been quiet all these while. Bingo! Maybe if she said a word, they could understand what she was saying, and maybe she could tell them she needed hearing aids and she couldn’t hear what they were saying to her. She opened her mouth, and all that came out was, “I-I-I” Well, that was a start she was certain that if she tried even harder, she was going to get it.

And for the first time in eternity, the Silence hesitated. It had been worshipped, feared, rejected—but never understood. Seren followed Lunara’s lead, placing her hand over her heart. “I am your echo,” she said softly. “But I am not your cage. I will not end you—I will hear you.” --- The Sound of Stillness The void trembled. The Silence pulsed once—slow, uncertain, like a heart learning to beat for the first time. Nareth lifted his head. His flame burned again—not against the dark, but with it.

"What is?" "The silence," I whispered, looking around the room. "In Switzerland, the silence always felt... heavy. Like the house was holding its breath, waiting for Daniel to lose his temper or for another guard to change shifts. It was a dead silence. But here... it feels alive. I can hear the waves. I can hear the wood popping in the fire. I don't feel like I’m hiding, Adrian. I feel like I’m actually here."

⸻ The sterile white walls of the clinic felt colder than the autumn wind outside. Serena sat on the hard plastic chair, the silence in the room pressing down on her like a heavy fog. The small paper cup of water trembled in her hands, forgotten as her thoughts raced faster than her heartbeat. Triplets. The word echoed in her mind, surreal and overwhelming. Three lives growing inside her — each a fragile spark of hope and fear tangled together. Serena’s breath hitched, her gaze dropping to the smooth curve of her abdomen that was still hidden beneath her loose blouse.

Nissa stared at his broad back. How many times did she silently weep over this very back as he walked away from her without a second thought? He was once a figure out of reach, aloof and untouchable. But now, here he was, kneeling before her. She let out a silent, fleeting laugh. Life was full of irony. When Benjamin did not hear any movement for a while, he turned back and looked up at her. Her face was unreadably calm, like someone watching a dull movie with no emotional investment.

The silence was profound. But it wasn't the dead silence of the blight, or the hungry silence of the Wound. This was a… waiting silence. A silence that was holding its breath. "We're here," Sela whispered, and her voice didn't echo. It was just absorbed by the immense quiet. Leo knelt and put his hand on the ground. He closed his eyes, listening with all his being. He pushed past the overwhelming silence, searching for the song Sela had seen. At first, there was nothing. Just the empty, waiting quiet. He pushed deeper, pouring his own energy, his own love of music, into the act of listening.