Sounds Like Titanic Novels & Stories

But undeniably there. Lydia stares at the screen. For a moment the world outside the room disappears. “That’s really…” She can’t finish the sentence. “Yes,” the doctor says. “Really.” Then a sound fills the room. Fast. Steady. Rhythmic. A soft pulsing noise that echoes gently through the speakers. Lydia’s breath catches. “What is that?” The doctor smiles. “That’s the heartbeat.” The sound continues. Quick and determined. Like a tiny drum beating inside the quiet room.

The sound felt brittle, like dried leaves skittering across a stone floor. He didn't turn around. "I can hear the machines, Kaima. Even from here. Above the sound of the wind, above the sound of the people in the streets... I can hear that low, rhythmic thrumming. It sounds like a heart, but it’s too steady. It’s too perfect. It’s the sound of something that doesn't know how to die."

the voice sounds like a nice lady's own. "Sounds because he had our voices and we could just be the right people to fall victims to his tricks. "He is bleeding, everyone!" It is getting dark!

I said to Kaitlyn who just gave me an amused look. “They do, and I'm sure this defense will open the Pandora box that everyone has been pretending is invisible,” Kaitlyn said to me. Her words were cryptic and I was more fascinated by what was playing out in front of me than to think too much about it. Then I heard it, it was small but it was a steady creaking sound. Like some poorly oiled hinge was turning. What was going on? Then suddenly, the sound sped up and then screams filled the air. They were so loud the thick glass in front of me began to crack. I covered my ears as I felt liquid in them.

Then A sound. Faint. Almost impossible to hear. Music. Silence gripped the corridor. Because music made no sense. None. Not down here. Not underground. Not in a hidden facility. Yet it was unmistakable. A piano. Soft. Melancholy. Beautiful. Wrong. Very wrong. Cassian looked horrified. "The horror movie just got worse." Nobody argued. Because he wasn't wrong. The music continued. Drifting through the corridor. Leading deeper underground. Like a lure.

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.

- He nodded and walked away. I picked up the menu curiously and opened it to check the dishes. I soon realized that most of the names were unknown to me. - So? - Damien said and I looked up from the menu. He was looking at me curiously. - Hmm... It's beautiful. Everything. - I said, placing the menu on the table. I looked around once more. - I feel like Leonardo Di Caprio when he's introduced to first class on the RMS Titanic. - I let go of my thoughts and my eyes widened when I realized it.

I didn't look back. I turned and walked toward the tunnel where the Vanguard waited. The silence held for a heartbeat longer. Then, the vibration started. It wasn't a cheer. It wasn't a scream. Thump. The impact traveled through the stone, up into my shins. Thump. Thousands of feet striking the concrete in unison. Thump. The Nulls in the upper decks. It wasn't a call for blood. It was a rhythm. Steady. Mechanical. Inevitable. The heartbeat of a giant waking up. It was the sound of the world changing.

​Dhum tana na na. ​A low, melodic thrumming began to vibrate through the floor. It was not a sound. It was a physical sensation that pulled at the stitches of Elara’s soul. She looked at Lucius. The boy’s eyes remained a fixed, terrifying purple. He leaned toward the sound, his small mouth opening as if to join a song only he could hear. ​"The Main Vessel is close," Elara whispered.

My pulse quickens and a ball of panic rises in my chest. I am exposed to contamination from the Quarantine Zone. In fact, I've been like this since Donovitch opened the ship's hatch. It's only a matter of time before I turn into a drooling, stupid beta. I'm fucked. I'm well and truly fucked. That eerie sound waxes and wanes like strange music throughout the forest again. It takes me a moment to realize the source. Insects. Cicadas, I think they're called. It's a strange sound, but a cool one.