Sounds Of Blackness I Believe Novels & Stories

My knees shaked. And then…… Blackness.

Colors bleeding into each other. Sounds fading into the distance. And then — Darkness.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

And above it all, the Black Star hung like a hole in the universe, drinking the light and the air and the hope from the world. ​The sound was the worst part. It was a constant, low-level murmur, as if millions of people were whispering just behind my shoulder. It was the echoes of the dead, trapped in the crystalline structure of the land. ​“Winnie,” Cassian said, pointing to the ground.

Mу mind wаndеrѕ tо the ѕtаlkіng thаt nіght after lеаvіng Jessup’s сlub, tо Blаkе’ѕ аlbum, аnd then hеr саll, before I bеgіn to rеlаtе bасk what I know about Neon. “I thіnk she hаѕ something tо dо wіth the рrоѕtіtutіоn rіng. Blаkе tоld me she’s a ріmр оf sorts, runnіng girls fоr vаrіоuѕ gangs."

"Lagos doesn't do 'stable.' We don't do 'controlled.' We do 'survival.' And this thing? It’s the ultimate survivor. It doesn't want to be a bridge. It wants to be the destination." The black mass began to reshape itself with a sickening, wet sound. It didn't have bones, but it had a terrifyingly familiar structure. It grew taller, its surface shimmering with a thousand tiny, violet eyes that blinked in unison, reflecting my own terrified face back at me. It didn't have a mouth, but the room was suddenly filled with a voice that bypassed the ears and spoke directly into our marrow. "Mother. Father. I am the Debt that cannot be settled."

The sound did not begin as a wolf’s cry. It began as a low-frequency vibration that rattled the silver-glass bones of the Architectural Holdings tower. It was a subsonic thrumming that bypassed the ears and landed directly in the solar plexus, a rhythmic demand for an ancient, suppressed biology to wake up. Silas Blackwood stood at the edge of the shattered boardroom window, his hand still white-knuckled around the red needle Kaelen had provided. Below him, the city of Sector 0 was a grid of blinking neon and moving metal, but the rhythm of the traffic had changed. It was no longer a flow; it was a heartbeat.

Few lines of description, detailing sounds that were made to break Pete out of his stone mould form were heard, the first, farther, the second not as far as the first and the third was close, sounding as if the sound was being implanted in the head of the listeners. See Below ; Stamping irons clashing against metallic floors was the sound which was made. The first sounded farther… The second stamp sounded far not not as far as the first… And the third, which seemed to be the last, sounded just right as if it were sounds implanted in heads. It was mentioned that the figure or the person that controlled the sound was unseen, describing that it was just a black scene this ---before the darknes

Afternoon was drawing closer and he was yet to return home. Stopping at the head of the dead man, Ibekwe stared at the back of the man where his spinal cord glistened under the heat of the sun. The machete was gone. He felt a tap on his shoulders and he turned. He heard a soft sound in his mind. It was the sound of the village drum and a heavily built man was beating it. The harmonic sound flowed smoothly in his head, producing strong rhythmical tone as it passed through his body, touching all sensitive parts. Everything he saw or felt blackened. He started dreaming of a lonely path with a lot of colours in it. He passed out.

"Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence And in the naked light, I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence "Fools", said I,