Soundless Book Novels & Stories

Dear readers, In Sin of Silence there is a character who is non-verbal and uses sign language to communicate. Over the course of a year, I researched methods of non-verbal communication, specifically sign languages. As sign language doesn't mirror spoken language, my intent was to be as authentic as possible. However, I quickly discovered that translating sign language onto the page is very difficult, especially for someone without a background in signing. The word order can be confusing, and the grammar is different from spoken language. I made the decision to go with flow over a straight translation, which is why the signed conversations in this book resemble spoken conversations. The sign

The love that is. The being that is. The wordless that is. The silent that is. The understanding that is. The peace that is. Only this. The book closes. Without closing. The reader awakens. Without awakening. The story ends. Without ending. The light remains. Without remaining. The love remains. Without remaining. The being remains. Without remaining. Only this. The light that is. This is the final silence. This is the final word. This is the final light. This is.

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

Growling I sit up then hold the book "What's your problem, I know you're not fake so why are you hiding " " am not" The moment the book spoke I quickly let it go but it didn't fall off my hand, it remained in the air. " you..... just.... speak" stammer I crawl backward on the bed "How is a book speaking" " what do you expect lady, you have been making so much noise am forced to wake up "Two eyes open, a mouth shape forms then a nose, the book blinks then exhales loudly " It feels great to be awake again, I thought they are no more innocent women for me to eat "

The chamber was dimly lit, the air thick with an unsettling silence that hung like a shroud over the gathered assembly. A heavy book lay open on the table, its pages empty, yet it seemed to pulse with a hidden power, as if waiting for the right moment to reveal its secrets. Around the book stood a group of figures, their faces obscured by the darkness that clung to the corners of the room. Each of them carried the weight of their master's will, and none dared speak as they awaited the signal.

His movements were no longer twitchy or mechanical; they were precise, calm, and deliberate. He held up the ledger pages, his eyes locking onto the screen of the main terminal behind my father’s desk.​"She didn't just build a backdoor," Julian said, his voice resonating with a strange, harmonic frequency. "She built a kill switch."​The curator gasped. "The acoustic trigger. You found the resonance."​"I am the resonance," Julian said. ​He began to hum. It was a low, vibrating sound that seemed to bypass the air and rattle the very glass in the windows. It wasn't just noise; it was code, rendered into sound.

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

Damion screamed as thousands of tiny ice shards slammed into him. The sound deafening my ears as I fought to keep my face blank instead of recoiling. The stone marble was like a mirror, reflecting my cold features perfectly. Why haven't I done this before? “You little slut!” Damion hissed breaking free and lunging for my neck. Justin intervened tackling him to the polished black marble. Punches were thrown. Soon Justin had pinned Damion easily. “She has you all wrapped around her frosty little fingers.”

I don't know why I can't stop thinking about it. I grab my laptop to videocall my brother at the last minute. He doesn’t pick. I sigh, feeling frustrated at myself, at everything. I walk out of the room for the last time cradling the hope that tonight’s dinner will make me just a bit happier. ~ Aton College’s library is never silent. There’s always something. The sound of Mrs. Jimmy clacking on her keyboard or the low hum of the AC units. The debate group whispering points to each other every few seconds.

R. In the deathly q uiet of the study, the only sound was Mimi’s hand, moving unconsciously, protectively, to cover her stomach.