Sound Fruit Novels & Stories

All I could hear were the water drops and the chirping of the birds. Everything was so solemn, not until I heard someone hums an unfamiliar rhythm. It was Sojin. He closed his eyes and hums a sweet melody. The sound was slow and smooth at first, like the freezing weather. It seems to comfort me and takes my troubles away. His tempo raised as his brows furrowed. His facial expression was so emotional that it moved my heart. I was teary-eyed. The rhythm turned into a sorrowful piece. Fireflies flew around him, which made him looked more enchanting.

The other side begins to speak but then a sound of gunfire and blade clashing sounded out from the phone. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Clank! “Hold them down! Don’t let them through!!” The voice of many people sounded out from the other side along with the sound of battle. “Roooooooaaarrrrrr!!!” Booom! Booom! The roaring sound along with some heavy boom like something heavy crushing the ground sounded out a few times before the sound of battle quickly died down.

Her thoughts reflect relaxation as my mind focuses on pleasing imagery. "How come I am familiar with this place when I have never visited it. Snow? Where did it come from? The Philippines is a tropical country, it would be impossible to have snow,” says Julia while listening to the noise of the grass, which complements the beautiful pictures, creates a sense of inner peace and harmony. The soothing sound floats on the grass, like an orchestra playing at Carnegie Hall. The woodpecker kept a steady rhythm and drilled a hole in the oak tree. The bird whistles and beeps, forming a wind group, like playing the trumpet. These and many other sounds merge into a soothing melody that calms her ears.

The frightening soundwave shook Sir Osborn, Paxton, and the other regular Osborn family members into bleeding out of their orifices and falling to the ground. Swenson looked shocked. “Is that Sydartha Society’s Titanium Leo-roar?” Hank Veal’s signature skill? Kayson knew it as well?! Judging by how he had executed it, he was close to completing the practice, and even grandmasters could not possibly overlook the effect of the soundwave. “Hah!” Valdis shouted, dispelling Kayson’s soundwave with wrathful eyes that looked like they could spit fire. “Kid, you’re provoking me!”

Finding you is like finding the perefct song when I am bored! --- (Blaine) The sound of the swords clanging against the metals, of body thudding down the ground, of fists smacking against the stomach... he could hear it all. It was the familiar sound in the training grounds.

I called out, a sense of urgency in my voice, as I instinctively moved in the direction of the sound. From the depths of the bathroom, Guila’s voice echoed back to me, breaking the stillness. “I’m in the shower,” she shouted, her words reaching me like an echo through the tiled walls. It was in that instance of realization that I connected the dots: the auditory sensation I had picked up was indeed the rhythmic symphony of water cascading onto the bathroom floor.

(by the famous company Philosophy), that smells so sweet it would scare off a sugar plum fairy. In here, near quietude envelopes me, Much to the dismay of my train of thought as well as my eardrums, I can still hear the Orcal air purifier purring in the background which is abruptly canceled out by the sound of someone violently pounding on his project in the backyard.

Music became the language through which I could convey my deepest joys and sorrows. So I will be playing the melody of Dandelions by Ruth B. My fingers trembled with anticipation as I pressed the first key, producing a sound that seemed foreign and discordant. It was clear that my touch was not enough to produce the harmonious melodies I had envisioned. Undeterred, I continued to press each key, determined to improve the synchronicity of the notes and create a beautiful composition.

"Fuck your hand for me." In the end, it's not my fingers that send me over the edge—it's the sound of the stranger moving in his booth. He is grunting deeply, and the entire floor shakes in response. My friend must be a big man, and the idea of that makes me cry out in pleasure.

They had a boy barely older than Jamie ring a handbell at every word Amen until the sound was a net. The House of Sacred Song knew what all devotions learn late: sound moves through stone. Sound holds. Sound binds. I do not know whether my hunger will learn to bind me stronger than their iron did. I fear the answer. I fear more that it will not. The night gave me its full attention. That is not a comfort. A siren far off keened like a priest who has forgotten which God he serves. A neighbor above her rooms argued with a box that vomited numbers. A drunk two streets over tried to fight a door and lost.