Spell For Silence Novels & Stories

Then: “Then I clarify again. Not often. Not very loudly. Only when silence starts to tell a lie. He gave a slow nod. "And if your clarification makes you appear once more?" She gave a faint smile. "Then visibility will be earned, not taken for granted." She returned to the notebook for the final time that month and wrote: Silence is a strategy. Speech is a responsibility. Neither is neutral forever. She put the book down. The room was quiet. But the world beyond it was moving—this time, without leaning on her shadow. Elara has spoken up and gotten through the ordeal.

And then… Silence. Complete and absolute.

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

Then she lowered her voice and whispered: "Since you are on duty." “Is that the fruit spritzer again?” Janik happily held out his empty glass to her and she filled it up with a nod. "You are probably telling each other everything?" She also filled Josh's glass and then said goodbye. She put the bottle on the trolley next to them. "She's to be smooched!" Janik grinned at his friend, who just had a smile on his face, but now looked at his friend disapprovingly. The latter raised his hands disarmingly. "It's okay, it's okay, it's yours."

The earth slammed shut. Silence.

Then— Quiet. Absolute, echoing silence. The Moon had fallen silent.

Some made notes. Fiona strode to the board and scrawled in big, chalky letters: MADNESS. SILENCE. REBIRTH. She smacked the first word. "Madness is not always screaming," she spoke. "It is the silence you force yourself to put around you like a coat. It is knowing that you cannot break because there is no one else to hold the pieces." She paused. The room was so silent that it became complete stillness. Her own hand, still clutching the chalk, shook. Just as yesterday. But today it was not despair tugging at her—it was the burden of remembering.

Alessandro looked at Leonardo. Leonardo answered. “He ordered the deaths of everyone who knew about the ledger.” Zara felt a chill. “My mother.” “Not directly,” Leonardo said. “But he gave the order.” “Who carried it out?” Leonardo looked at her. “Leonardo.” Zara’s heart stopped. She looked at the man standing beside them. “You?” Leonardo’s face fell. “I was ordered to silence her.” “But you didn’t.” “No.” “What happened?” Leonardo’s voice cracked.

When she finally spoke again, her voice was quieter. Colder. Controlled in a way that shut everything else out. “Can we just drive in silence, please?”

He stood up from the floor, pacing back and forth with his hands brushing through his hair, “Anna you have silent amnesia!” I stared at him, disbelief clouding my eyes. His words, "Silent amnesia," echoed in my mind. "Silent amnesia?" I whispered, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. "What… what does that even mean?" Alfred ran a hand through his hair, frustration etched on his face. "It means," he began, his voice strained, "that you've forgotten things. Important things. Things you can't consciously recall, but they're affecting you deeply."