Sound Fruit Novels & Stories

My core aches at the sound. “Fen!”

The fish started screaming. Now, I’m not a fish expert, but I’m fairly sure fish aren’t supposed to scream. I hit it again, but it kept screaming and then all the other fish joined in. If you’re wondering what a fish scream sounds like, pretty much like this: Ahh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! My party looked horrified and ready to start screaming themselves. I went over to where our stuff was piled up and took out my new sword. I walked over to the fish and cut off their heads, one after the other. The screaming stopped.

“Listen to this. It’s messy, but it’s all here.” I held my breath as the audio began to play. The sound was grainy, filled with the background roar of a crowded bar and the clinking of glasses, but Portia’s voice was unmistakable. It was thick and slurred, heavy with the lack of control that comes with one too many cocktails.

High and clear and carrying a frequency that cut through every other sound in the territory the way a single instrument cuts through an orchestra when it plays in a register that nothing else can reach. I knew that sound. I had heard it once. In a meadow. An hour ago. But it was not my mother’s voice. It was Lyra’s.

When it finally broke free, it wasn’t polite. It was a howl. Low at first, then richer, cleaner than any sound I’d ever made. It flooded the edges of the room and pushed any trace of fear from them. It climbed higher unapologetically and with it climbed a second, smaller voice that had always been mine and had always been missing. I clapped both hands over my mouth too late. The sound had already found the gaps in the wood and exploded outwards into the hall beyond it, the air above that, and perhaps...horrifyingly, wonderfully...flooded into the ears that it had been born to reach.

"It consumes her. Risks infecting wider reality. This stops. Now." The Archive chuckles, a sound like pages tearing. "Stops? Or is… cultivated?" It fades, leaving only the scent of ozone and the unsettling hum of my blooming scars. Later, pain lances through me. A new bloom, blood-red crystal this time, erupts near my elbow. Where it touches the air, tiny flames ignite spontaneously – not hot, but burning pure Sound . A cacophony of screams and laughter fills the small space. "Prune it," the Child urges, their voice tight. "Focus. Like you did with the Weeping. Calm it. Make it yours."

sound. She folded the paper in half. A “snap” sound was heard as the folds lined up perfectly. Then she slipped the paper into the inner pocket of her suit. When the paper touched the pink dinosaur’s rubber belly, another “rustle” sound was heard. Her fingers paused for a moment inside the pocket’s fabric—her fingertips touched two things: paper and rubber. One was the butterfly that Olivia had drawn for her, and the other was the dinosaur that Daniel no longer wanted. Her fingers emerged from her pockets and hung down beside her body. The tips of her fingers touched the edge of the stone steps. The rough surface of the stone scraped against her fingertips, producing a “squeak” sound.

I dropped my juice box, still addicted to this thing. 'And you will never understand,' I said coldly, I picked up the mini ear buds at my side and wore it. The sonic shield pierced in, blocking out every sound. 'Now, enjoy my favorite music!' I shouted. I pressed the blue button on the arm of my chair and smiled. The sound to me was like a small incessant ringing but to them, it was a loud frequent wave, similar to a banshee's wail.

I raise me head up to see where i heard the sound from Alas Denix Jade

And then he prayed that he wouldn't get a message stating that he couldn't dial outside of the state. The phone miraculously rang and even though there was a feeling as if sharp nails were being driven into his skull, he felt overjoyed. Now if she would just pick up. He needed to hear her voice more then he needed air to breathe. "Hello?" Her voice was like music to his ears, even though that one simple word sounded exasperated and angry. "Juicy?"