Sound Of Silence Voice Novels & Stories

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."

Just silence. And somehow, that silence said everything.

Their voices piled on each other until the air itself vibrated with their noise. I slammed my palm against the table and stood, the sound echoing like thunder. “QUIET!” I roared. The room went dead still. The silence that followed was heavy, trembling with the weight of my fury. Silas, my uncle, finally decided to speak. Of course he did. His voice was calm, measured, the way a man sounds when he’s about to shift the tide of the room. “I think what everyone is trying to say,” he began smoothly, “is that we need to be prepared for the possibility that she doesn’t return with what she promised.”

Her voice shook as she looked at Shiloh. "Shiloh, please don't be mad at me. I never meant for Zach to die." Before, Shiloh would've broken down. She would've screamed through tears, demanding to know why Manuel kept protecting the woman who got their son killed. Now, she said nothing. She lay there with her eyes closed, like she was asleep. Her face was pale. She looked painfully thin. From the doorway, she seemed painfully fragile. A dull ache settled in Manuel's chest.

“I don’t sneak. People just don’t notice until it’s too late.” She set the book aside, her pulse still racing. “That sounds more like a threat than an apology.” Gabriel stepped into the room, the floor creaking under his weight. He moved like a predator, controlled, deliberate, but there was no malice in his eyes only something unreadable, something that tangled her insides. “Lorca wrote of silence, too,” Gabriel said, nodding toward the book. “He believed it was as sharp as any blade.” Lucy swallowed. “I think I understand that better than I ever wanted to.”

The hum was laced with a discordant, whispering vibration. You have come. The voice was the same, but it was strained. We saw your dream, Sela thought. What is happening? The silence you defeated was a small thing, the voice replied, the words flowing into their minds like a sad river. A whisper in a single room. But silence is a hunger that exists in many places. A counterpart to the song. Another melody is failing. A world that was my sibling is dying. Its song is being extinguished.

"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.