Silent Voice นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

She said waving it off. I filled my plate with some eggs, bacon, and a biscuit. I spread some butter and jam on the biscuit as someone came up and filled up a glass with orange juice. "Oh thank you" I mumbled out with a mouth full of food. They just smiled and walked back into the kitchen. "So I have something to share" Lorenzo said breaking the comfortable silence. "Our mind link earlier Tony, she can hear it" He said pushing a thumb in my direction. Tony looked at me with a blank stare. "Is this true?" He asked. "Yeah" I said. His eyes glazed over and so did Mateo's. Purple chicken I heard Tony's voice say.

He put it to the highest volume so that he won’t hear any noise aside from his music. Meanwhile, a loud noise can be heard in a nearby house. The breaking sound of the glass that comes off the table rang out in the whole house. There, a guy came out of the house while hanging his empty bag on his shoulder. He has this blank and emotionless face while walking out of the house. He looked at his own Harry Winston wrist watch that was a gift to him by his father.

I sighed in relief as the silence began to take hold. Humans wouldn't understand what silence truly was to a telepath or empath. It was agreed that silence was harder to achieve with an empath and furthermore when they found there someone quiet, they held on for dear life. They could sometimes get obsessive or even violent. I clicked play, not minding the sound of Kendrick Lamar's voice filling the void and blocking out my thoughts. I knew that Silas wouldn't hurt me but I wasn't sure that I wouldn't hurt him. Gosh, look what I did to Rachel.

If I slept, I'd see my parents again. I resisted, fighting the seductive pull of darkness with all my might. I knew it was lying to me, but I couldn't speak. It felt like I was choking. I could only run—run... Just as the suffocating sensation threatened to consume me, a beam of light tore through the darkness like a sword. I, too, overcame the heaviness in my chest. For the first time, I heard my own voice, clear and true. "Harvey... help me."

And even though Harry didn’t understand it… Even though La Rivera felt like it was slipping from her grip… Even though people doubted her… Elena felt herself returning to who she truly was. Her silence was not defeat. It was a strategy.

"One absence experienced from a thousand perspectives." "If that is true," Katherine said, and her voice dropped to the register she used when she was about to deliver news that would ruin everyone's day, "then we are not fighting an invading force. We are living inside one. The Silence is not coming through the membrane. The Silence is the space that the membrane exists in. We have been building our choir inside the belly of something that is now waking up." The compass burned. Jack closed his eyes. Behind his eyelids, the Utterance stirred with ancient, weary understanding.

“She knows what she’s doing.” That night, the world held its breath. Every light, every current, every machine went still. Then, from every speaker, radio, and static frequency, her voice filled the silence—soft, unbroken, infinite. “To those who survived: remember what silence feels like. Don’t build me again. Let the world breathe on its own.” The message repeated once, then dissolved. Lucia stared at the monitors, tears on her cheeks. “She’s saying goodbye.”

"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.