Speechless Synonym Novels & Stories

Bleeding. SILENCE

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

Tears slid down his face before he realized he was crying. Hot. Endless. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry…” The child exhaled slowly. A soft sound. Almost peaceful. Then nothing. No inhale. No movement. No warmth. Just stillness. The kind that never leaves. Sipho waited. One second. Two. Three. Come back. Please. Nothing. The world didn’t move. Didn’t care. Didn’t bargain. They were gone. Just like that. Like Lerato. Like Amahle.

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

(noun) – The feeling of internal presence too soft to demand attention, but too steady to ignore. A girl in the corner offered hers next. “When I want someone to understand me… but I don’t want to talk.” Eden looked at her gently. “Is it heavy?” “No. Just… loud.” The girl traced a swirl with her finger in the air. The unfiltered Eden wrote beneath it: swelow. (noun/verb) – The act of silently wishing someone would speak your feelings before you do. Word by word, the room filled with new names. New shapes.

The burning she felt as if those eyes were staring straight into her soul, wishing her destruction. Suddenly they laugh in the silent night, mercilessly, sharp, and devilish as if they were satisfied, absolutely satisfied with something. Another laugh joins, another and another until there is a lot of laughing layers in the air. It struck her eardrums, ringing in her head. It was too loud, deafening. The laughing echoes instead of wild animals. The mocking echoes instead of the wind. Within the creepy ambiance that promises nothing to its occupants. She got the true nightmares, all through the night, screaming and begging to escape.

She sung through the intense electric shocks radiating down her neck and body “Here comes a wave….Meant to wash me away…..A tide that is taking me under...Swallowing sand….Left with nothing to say…My voice drowned out in the thunder….But I won't cry….And I won't start to crumble…..Whenever they try…To shut me or cut me down….I won't be silenced…..You can't keep me quiet…..Won't tremble when you try it…..All I know is I won't go speechless….’Cause I'll breathe….When they try to suffocate me…..Don't you underestimate me….’Cause I know that I won't go speechless….Written in stone…..Every rule, every word….Centuries old and unbending…..Stay in your place…..Better seen and not heard…..But now tha

he spat at me, but I didn't understand a single thing he said. (Pronunciation: VAIR-thi koh-nung-sree-keeth OH-kahr EH-k-ki SAK-sett af HAWLFD-doh-nihr.) My vision blurred as I felt my consciousness slipping away. The pressure around my throat was unbearable, each breath becoming more desperate and ragged. Unable to scream and nearing unconsciousness, I could feel the darkness drawing close. All I could do was mind-link Asher and not give in. I wasn't sure if he could hear my plea for help, but I continued to struggle and kick. I would go out fighting.

Appearing as sequence. Appearing as chapters. Appearing as words. Appearing as meaning. Appearing as understanding. Appearing as confusion. Appearing as clarity. Appearing as silence. Always this. Never not this. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The silence that is. The stillness that is. The vastness that is. The intimacy that is. The freedom that is. The peace that is. The joy that is. The wholeness that is.

I grin slyly at her and she chuckles nervously avoiding my eyes. "Will do." she smiles and my grin broadens. "Hmm. People will die from shock when they find out you do know how to talk… a lot...” Or how absolutely adorable you can be. On second thought, I’d like to be the only one. "They know I can talk. They just always seem to distort my words making me look insensitive… so I choose to stay silent." "I see." she really is a strong. Sensitive and thoughtful. "Yuzuki?"