Silent Theory Fragile Minds Novels & Stories

Possessiveness surged through my veins as he leaned forward and whispered something in her ear, making her giggle. My jaw ticked in anger as I slunk a little closer, when some idiot decided to block my vision while dry humping the girl in front of him. Growling, I forcefully shoved him out of my way, making him trip over someone's foot and face plant into the ground. He yelled at me from behind but I ignored him by continuing to walk by. The blasting music muted the sound of my footsteps against the grass. The song Victorious by Panic! At the Disco played on the speakers at high volume with the bass turned all the way up. It was so loud, that I guaranteed someone on the other side of the cou

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

~Wren~ It’s not the darkness that will drive me mad, but the silence. The complete void of noise that is so quiet that it’s deafening. My ears ring as I strain to hear anything I can, yet… nothing comes. No one comes. Just like no one stepped up to help me.

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

he murmured, his voice dropping to that dangerous octave he used when trying to peel me apart. “I said I liked your mind, not your attitude. You think silence protects you? That I can’t hear what’s screaming inside that stubborn little head of yours?” I gave him nothing. Not a flinch, not a word. Just the kind of stillness that frightened men like him. The kind that spoke of storms waiting to be unleashed. The kind that said: Touch me again, and I’ll make you bleed. But he didn’t need to read my mind—he needed me to stay broken.

As my eyes adjusted, I slowly lowered my hand. I opened my mouth, but it was useless—I was mute. Stephen couldn't see my sign language in the dark, and I had no way to make him understand. I had tried before—filling pages with explanations, pouring my innocence onto paper. But he tore them apart, never reading a word. Again and again, he demanded to know why I hurt Phoebe. And again and again, I screamed silently in my heart that I didn't do it. It didn't matter. He didn't care if I was guilty or innocent. All he wanted was to punish me in Phoebe's name.

"If my mom hadn't forced me, I wouldn't have touched her! "You know why we married so fast? Because she wouldn't even let me touch her! "I was just curious—she gets aphasia when she's emotional, right? So what about in bed? Can she even make a sound? Hahaha." Boom— The thunder hit like it was aimed at me. Like something inside me just ripped apart. I wanted to vanish. To curl up somewhere no one could see me. But where? It was all rain. All thunder. All his voice, laughing.

Dominik Silence descends, thick and heavy, broken only by the ragged sound of my own breathing. I’m still buried deep inside her, my body shuddering with the last violent tremors of my release, but the blinding haze of rage and lust has abruptly cleared, leaving behind a stark, chilling clarity.

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

of her persona seemed to soften into a muted "Lilac." "You think I'm trapped?" she asked, her voice dropping the professional cadence. Tobi offered a small, sad smile and wrote another line: "We all are. The noise is just the bars on the cage." "Incredible," Nike whispered into the microphone, not to the audience, but to herself. "He’s not avoiding the question. He’s telling us that the question itself is part of the noise."