Stop Hushing Sound Novels & Stories

My memory of the honey-cake storm felt distant, fuzzy. Then Silas, quiet Silas, did something unexpected. He lifted his recorder to his lips, but instead of playing a song, he played a mistake. A single, deliberately awful, squeaking wrong note, amplified by his power. It was the sound of a chair leg scraping on stone, of fingernails on slate, of a teacup cracking. It was a *specific, horrible sound*. The *shhhhh* recoiled.

I probably should have called Alex to come bail my ass out of this mess, because I couldn’t think straight when it came to Jasmine. I got up and rummaged through my bag pulling out a dampener and plugging it into the wall. “What’s that?” she asked. “Security,” I mumbled. “Is it a recorder?” “No, quite the opposite actually. This is a dampener. It was designed to keep unwanted heightened hearing out of our business.” “Huh?” “It puts a sort of force field around the room so that no one outside this room can hear what we say in here.” “Cool. How does it work?”

Not a single chirp but pairs and pairs that they unsure how many of it. Half of a minute, that's what it took for the those in nest to come, silently just their described by their name "The sãlnes" a k.a "The silence". They are very sensitive to sound, very sensitive, as much as breathe could be caught. They would prefer them silence, and then only sounds they love, maybe the ripping flesh and bone. No one know how it's look, that's all myth but maybe some information at this moment.

Needed silence. As soon as she stepped out backstage, noises around the bustling city drowned out the critiques and came clear in her ears. Propping her head against the wall facing the sun, she could hear cars honking and people talking. About what? She had no idea, but it probably wouldn't be anything worse than what she was experiencing at this moment.

I clutched my ears with my paws, crouched low, trembling, heart slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird. And then… a voice. Soft. Gentle. Feminine. But with a power that stilled everything inside me. "Hey, breathe. Focus on your breathing. Don’t panic. Let the sounds pass through you. Listen only to your breath." I listened. My breath was sharp, ragged, but I held onto it like a lifeline. Inhale. Exhale. Once. Inhale. Exhale. Twice. By the time I reached ten, the world had quieted, as if someone had turned the volume down.

You always hear things. Linda: But… the parlor door is open. Shady: You need to stop feeding those illusions. The voices you hear—they're not real. He spoke the last words in a whisper before silence took hold again… a thick, oppressive silence broken only by the hum of the air conditioner and the rhythm of their breathing.

I whispered, telling them to go away while I closed my eyes because I don’t want to see them. “Go away, please” I whispered again and opened my eyes but they were still standing in front of me and still making the irritating sound. That makes my headache more. “Go away” “Go away” “Go away” The light blinks fast like Christmas lights and the sound they make is getting louder and louder. I feel like they are near to my ears because the sound that they are making is echoing in my head, echoing in the whole room. I looked around but they were all quiet and listening to Sir Ross. They didn’t hear the sound. They didn’t see the lights blinking. I shake my head to avoid the sound but I cannot avoid

" I question someone specifically, feeling my throat scratch as I speak louder than softer. In the event that someone paid attention to me, they don't get a chance to answer me, as a screeching noise echoes out of control just a second before a subject's voice is heard giving a statement. stops have been dropped: Hollatine , Batten , Bay Burry ...—People are starting to get up from their places, Deer Ridge, Red Oak ...

“Something’s wrong. This isn’t natural.” Before Sasha could respond, a faint whisper drifted through the air. It was soft, like a breeze, but it carried words she couldn’t understand. She froze, her heart pounding. “Did you hear that?” Ethan’s sharp gaze swept the room. “Stay close.” The whisper came again, louder this time, echoing like a thousand voices speaking in unison. The sound seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. Sasha clutched Ethan’s arm as the air around them grew colder, the temperature plummeting so fast that her breath became visible.

The sound of someone whistling covered my ear and before I knew it, I'd slipped into the nearest corner I could find--there were so many of them in this place. My flashlight was off and I pressed my phone close to my chest. I tried to lessen the sound that came from my nostrils when I respired since I needed to not let whoever this new person was catch me. "Fuck." "Shh, you can't let anyone hear you." Jesus Fucking Christ.