Sound Fruit Novels & Stories

He blushed as he was congratulated. One spectator from afar didn't like any of it. "Fast. Ingenious. Tsk. But he's still deaf. He's useless."

I shot Jack a look that was a mix of irritation and embarrassment. Lawrence's voice kept coming from the phone, full of surprise "Look at you, Jack! What's going on over there, got a lady with you? Come on, is it that woman from today's video call?" Two years had passed, and all I had done was make a tiny noise. Lawrence had been around so many women over the years, so he did not recognize my voice. Jack did not seem to care about Lawrence's prying.

My voice was so calm, it surprised even me. "When I was little, my dad cheated. One day, he brought his mistress home, and she gave me a mango. Back then, I hadn't tasted mangoes much, so I got excited when I saw the fruit. I sat there on the couch, eating it. When my mother came home and saw the mango in my hands, she didn't say a single word…and jumped out the window." Alan's lips parted. His expression shifted from shock to blank silence. I continued, "You said it was just a joke. Maybe for you, it was. But not for me. So can I go now?"

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Five consecutive metallic sounds resonated. Five flying swords were broken on the spot after the Xavion Sword had slashed them. The broken blades emitted a mournful wail and fell one after another. It was at a breakneck speed. If one did not listen carefully, he would not hear five sounds inside and thought there was only one sound. Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!

The sound that erupts from me is raw, unfiltered, and filled with a torrent of emotions that words alone cannot express. "AAAAHHHH!" The scream tears through my throat, carrying with it the weight of betrayal, hurt, and shattered dreams. It echoes off the walls, a desperate plea for answers and solace that can never truly be granted. The sound resonates, vibrating through every fiber of my being as if trying to purge the pain that threatens to consume me.

Marcus's face darkened, feeling somewhat uneasy. Phyllis looked at Mr. Marcus, hesitated for a moment, and calmly said, "Sapote, also known as the fruit of desire. In other words, it's a love fruit that can stir up desires in people. Do you understand?" "Damn, what kind of weird stuff is this?" Mr. Marcus couldn't help but curse. This was too eerie. No wonder there was a sickeningly sweet smell to it.

"Swoosh!" Another sound of breaking wind appeared in everyone's ears.

Ren added a note to her latest loop, *Unopened Isn’t Unloved*: It featured: – Fabric being placed on wood – The rustle of a leaf settling – Footsteps approaching, then pausing – The sound of a sigh, not from pain—but memory Ren had been experimenting with sound installations, capturing the emotional texture of ordinary moments. This piece would play on a gentle loop in the corner gallery, barely audible unless someone stopped to listen. She had recorded the sounds without Jo or Franc knowing, standing at a distance with her equipment, honoring the privacy of their exchange while preserving its essence.

The sword sounds had three distinct tones—crisp, heavy, and muffled, each making people feel like different blades were striking their heads. Some sword sounds even resembled thunder, rumbling and striking everyone's hearts. Ordinary sword sounds were impressive enough if they had metallic resonance. If they could carry for miles, their power would be extraordinary. One could not imagine these thunder-like sword sounds' true power. Feelings of crisis and mortal danger filled everyone's hearts for a moment. Occasionally, sounds of sword aura cutting through flesh emerged. These sounds made Rania's heart clench. She could almost envision her beloved Clive being sliced into strips. Finally unab

I looked Ryker’s way, thinking it might be some animal native to Lunar Isle, but he seemed just as confused as I was. “What on fucking earth is that?” I tilted my head. The sound was familiar. “Does that sound like a crying baby to you?” “Crying? More like screaming for its life.” Something odd happened then. The sound rippled and branched off like the different avenues of a stream. The cries began to overlap with slight, almost miniscule, differences. “Whatever it is, it’s not a single one of them. It’s a bunch. Can you hear it? They’re all screaming.”