Sounds Like Titanic Novels & Stories

Their voices seem to be pulled out of a pit. "Maybe because she's different from us that's why," Alice promised. "That could be," Gen answered. "How did the song go?" Gen asked me. I swallowed hard because every time I remembered the song I was terrified. "It feels like I am watching a horror movie with creepy sound effects," I answer here. "Really? I can remember the song, but it was unearthly beautiful." Lucas commented. I winced. "That's why you are hypnotized," I answer here. "I guess, if you are not hypnotized, you will be able to hear the real tune." I don't know if that's what Lucas heard or if it was just his imagination.

Bima banged the empty tin can again. CLANG! CLATTER! CRASH! The deafening sound echoed through the dark tunnel, as if screaming, "I’m here! Come and get me, all of you!" Lia, standing beside him, jolted and gripped Bima’s arm tightly. "Bima, are you serious about baiting all of them?!" Lia whispered, her voice strained, bordering on a scream. Her eyes widened, scanning the darkness ahead, where hundreds of glowing red dots from the Tunnel Twitchers began to stir restlessly.

directly into the machine's cooling intake. "Zora! The handshake!" he shouted over the roar of the over-clocked processors. "The final audit!" I didn't have legs to run. I didn't have wings to fly. But I had the Name. I opened my mouth and let out a frequency that wasn't a word—it was the combined scream of forty-two sisters dying in the vats. It was the sound of the auction bell in the Spires. It was the sound of the Lagos rain hitting the tin roofs of the people who had been forgotten by the Vane dynasty.

"Thank Ms. Ellison for her kindness on my behalf, but my life isn't meant to clean up after her." I hung up and looked out at the busy traffic below. The collapse of that project had come even faster than I expected. A faint smile spread across my lips.

I asked. He plucked the headphones from around his neck and gently placed them over my head. Then he handed me a plastic cassette case with names of songs written in messy block letters. I heard a click, and then my head nearly exploded. Pounding, concussive blasts of drums and guitars in unison: BUM, BABABA-BUM, BABABA-BUM, BABABABABA-BUM. I winced, took off the headphones, and handed them back. “That’s Diamond Head,” he said with a grin. “They’re fuckin’ awesome, right?”

Tiana was smiling, a look of pure, unadulterated triumph on her beautiful face. ​"Goodbye, little sister," she whispered. ​I closed my eyes, preparing to unleash everything I had. ​HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM. ​The sound hit us like a physical shockwave. ​It wasn't a wolf howl. It wasn't the jagged blast of the alarm horns we used on the walls. ​It was deep. Resonant. Ancient. ​It sounded like the earth itself was splitting open. It vibrated in the floorboards, shook the dust from the rafters, and rattled the teeth in my skull.

HEAVY IS THE HEAD {Playlist Suggestion: "Peace" by Taylor Swift / "I Found" by Amber Run} ~MIA POV~ The training room lights were off, but the room wasn't silent. I could hear the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of a tennis ball being thrown against the concrete wall. It was a hollow, repetitive sound that echoed in the dark corridor like a slow heartbeat.

The chamber is designed to amplify and carry sound across vast distances, an invaluable tool in the vast underwater realm of Tritania. With a sense of purpose, Queen Eria approaches the central console, adorned with shimmering crystals and delicate seashells. Her graceful fingers dance across the controls, eliciting a symphony of tones and harmonies that reverberate through the chamber. As she adjusts the frequencies and modulation, the once tranquil space transforms into a mesmerizing soundscape reminiscent of the haunting melodies of whales.

Toward home. God. Toward safety. Fair. Then the cave shook. Reasonable. Hard. God. Very hard. Fair. A deep rumble echoed through the tunnel. Reasonable honestly. Then rocks began falling. God. Small rocks. Fair. At first. Reasonable. Then bigger ones. God. Then Lily heard something she'll never forget. Fair. The sound of stone breaking. Reasonable. Behind them. God. The tunnel was collapsing. Fair. To be continued...

I have to admit it’s easier to look at them when they appear in the guise of sex goddesses. The nymph huffs and ululates at a pitch that is imperceptible to human ears, but threatens to burst my eardrums. Her nymphs gather around, materialising from the ocean and the puddles of water around us. “It is time, my pretties,” Titania says. “Tonight, we end it.” I snort it. “You mean Lyric will end it.” “Stop,” Lyric says in my end, surprising me by forming the mind link herself. “It will end tonight, she’s right.”