Stop Hushing Sound Novels & Stories

Wow the chatter box is permanently silent "Mr Raza Shoaib thank Allah for the voice you have and ask Allah's forgiveness for what you've said." Baba concluded did I just day that out loud "yes you did" mehek said. Whatever at least the only pro of this marriage would be her being mute and not eating my head off. But then again why did they separate.

She tilted her head, looking at me with a confused frown. I lifted a finger to my lips. I widened my eyes and gave a sharp, frantic shake of my head. Clementine got the message instantly. She snapped her mouth shut and went still. I turned around slowly. I pressed my ear against the cool surface of the door. I held my breath until my lungs burned. The muffled sound of shoes on carpet moved further away. The noise faded until it vanished completely. The silence that followed felt heavy and thick, like it was pushing against my eardrums.

This is the only time my head doesn't feel like it's going to split open from all the noise inside. Then the howl starts. It's not like anything I've heard before. Not human, but not animal either. Something in between, something wrong. The sound crawls under my skin and makes every hair on my body stand up. My sword clatters to the floor before I realize I've dropped it. The howl goes on and on. Must be a full minute before it finally dies. When it stops, the silence that follows is worse. Too quiet. Like the whole world is holding its breath.

Thwip. The sound was disgustingly silent. A choked cough of air, and then the thud of a body hitting the polished marble. My breath caught, a small, splintered sound that felt like a cannon shot in the deathly silence of the room. I covered my mouth so hard that my own teeth cut into the skin of my palm. Don't move. Don't breathe. Don't exist, Ruby.

Not enough to reveal it. Not yet. Slow. Measured. "Huh" voice above a whisper. Almost swallowed by the silence. Then it stepped back. Disappearing fully into the shadows..

His voice joins in, a hum that misses every note. Fucking crazy is what it makes me feel. “Could you lower it a bit?” I say. Aim for calm. Miss by miles. “What?” “The music. Can you turn it down? I’m trying to concentrate.” It gets turned down by him. Just a little bit. The humming goes on anyway. Teeth clench tight. Thoughts scatter every way. Nothing holds still. “Amon. Please. I need quiet.” “I turned it down.” “Not enough. And you’re still humming.”

With unsteady legs, I stumble forward when my ears abruptly fill with the instant noise of everything surrounding me—amplified with velocity as its range reaches much further than it had ever managed to before. Overwhelmed by the eruption of clashing sounds hitting me without warning, I clasp my ears as they burst with pain while I try to regain control amidst the chaos ensuing within them. Focusing on the nearby repetitive drip of a broken tap somewhere upstairs, I push my way past the angry resonating echoes of the outside City and single out my audible target before hesitantly releasing my palms from my head. Wincing in anticipation, I hover suspiciously, as if awaiting the unbearable noi

' Only heard a muffled voice, SiTuShu carefully looked up to see, only to find that two people don't know how to embrace together. Situshu inadvertently stepped on a stone behind him and let out a sound that was subtle but enough for two people to hear. 'who?' The thought of someone eavesdropping, pear month eyes radiant with cold meaning. Situshu tightly closed her lips, and the atmosphere did not dare to go out. He walked slowly forward, his voice coming from behind the bushes. As a result, when the probe looked, there was nothing.

He stops, chewing on the words, his silence louder than the music humming faintly from the speakers across the room. A shiver ripples down my spine, raising goosebumps that itch under my skin. The incident? Hell, I don’t even want to know.

Christ, I couldn’t remember. And when I couldn’t hear a single footstep, didn’t hear a squeak that indicated where they were, it merely made me question if I’d heard right in the first place, but then I figured that it would make sense for there to be no noise. After all, if the carpets I had down in all the rooms protected us from making random sounds, why wouldn’t it help our intruders? A gentle hushing noise, so soft that I almost missed it, and would have if Brennan’s breathing hadn’t calmed me down, ricocheted outside in the hall.