Novel & Cerita Storm And Silence

The other prepared understanding. And between them, silence pulsed — not empty, but full of possibility and danger braided tight. The storm had not broken. It had only inhaled.

One poorly chosen word. Irreversible. I imagined my hands shaking, my voice breaking, headlines twisting every syllable. My throat tightened. Absolutely not. Silence. Say nothing. Disappear. Let the storm exhaust itself. Silence could feel dignified. Untouchable. Above the noise. But silence could also look like confirmation. The world hated empty spaces. It filled them with its own stories. And right now, their stories were merciless. I exhaled slowly. Silence was both shield and weapon.

****************************POV: Claire********************** --- I’d never realised how loud silence could be until it followed me into every room. No footsteps, no phones, no clicking of heels across the marble. Just… silence. The kind that stretched and creaked like an old house on the verge of breaking. We were winning. At least, that’s what everyone kept saying. But then why did it feel like I was standing in the eye of a hurricane, waiting for the wind to remember me?

"Your finger." He took a step to the side. "Stretch your arms apart." He asked her and she obeyed immediately. The wind gently blew her hair off her face, she felt it between her fingers. "What is that?" He whispered now close to her ear, so that a pleasant shiver ran over her entire body. "The wind." "Do you see the wind?" She shook her head and looked at him. "You don't see the wind, but you can feel it, it's there." She nodded and he continued. "And so I feel that Jesus is always with me."

This is bad, I sigh inwardly as I feel myself tighten. “Did we die?” She returns to her seat, her eyes still closed and I chuckle. “You’re not getting away from me that easy missy.” I say, smiling as I ruffle her hair and the silence returns. From the first time we met, silence seems to be her comfort. Maybe getting involved was the best decision I’ve made in my life after all. Smiling to myself I take her hand again and we drive in the warmth of the stillness that envelopes us, before we reach our destination.

he said while dragging her behind him still having a steel grip on her hair. His steps were sturdy as he paid no heed to what the woman was going through and kept dragging her up the stairs, her legs bent, her hands clutched his, tears fell and sobs choked her but he heard none. A menacing bark of laughter followed his movement of pushing her in front of him and a loud clap roared in the silent surrounding. The sky roared witnessing the torment and a loud clap of thunder made the cloudy sky bright. “I… am sorry, I promise I won’t do it again, I’m sorry” she cried, she winced at the pain that shot through her scalp and made her weak. Her limbs trembled as she tried to take in a shaky breath b

He would take it as a challenge. Skylar would reach a certain stream after weaving his way through the thick woods. That's a few miles of ground he covered every time he would be there. He would pant and stare at blackness when it was dark or at the moon's reflection in the water when it's out. Full moon was in a few days so it's bright out that tonight. Skylar could see the broken image of the moon in the water, obscured by the shadows of the leaves of trees surrounding the stream. Arriving there, he would calm down from the running and his wolf was soothed by being in the presence of the stream. Or more precisely, the scent surrounding it which pacified him and his disappointment for his h