The Quiet Earth Novel Novels & Stories

she signed. She grinned as Jacqueline took out a wheel chair taking her out for a stroll she hoped people were not there meanwhile Jacqueline wished people where there so she could see and know that the Silent Moon had people who loved her and wanted her to stay with tem with no fear and no stress. They all wanted her to heal and she sure was going to heal as she had started telling Xavier her story it meant she was already getting there.

The water was clear enough for me to see every rock that covered the bottom of it, every color could be seen. "Subhanallah" I whispered as I heard birds chirping around me. The first time I talked my throat felt like sandpaper no one said a word when it came to my past, they knew it all from going through the journal that had been my only companion in the darkness I came from, I didn't say anything when Myra returned the journal to me with tears in her eyes and I looked away from the sympathetic gazes of my family.

I let myself sit inside that word—quiet—for a long minute. Quiet was a country I had not been able to find on any map for as long as I had been wearing my sister's name. Quiet was the inside of a basement only as long as it took someone to come back to it. Quiet was a roadside in Connecticut between two sets of headlights. I had not slept inside a quiet in over a year. He felt the shift in me. His hand on my back stilled, then resumed its slow, even circle. "Breathe," he said, low. "There is nothing to listen for. Not anymore."

“Erm . . . probably. Usually these beings can’t . . . I guess you’d say manifest here in our world. But they can sometimes enter it through Quiet Places like the forest, and we can even leave this world if we want to, and if we know how.” “So these Quiet Places, they’re like a portal or something?” “More like a place where a portal can be opened. It’s because they’re very old. They haven’t changed in eons, and they’re the parts of our world that came into existence first, the bits that everything else grew from.” “Is that strictly scientific?” “I don’t think so. Matthew was more of a mystic than a scientist.” “And he put all this in his paper, that’s where you read it, right?”

The Geography of the Quiet "The 'Neural-Noise' is completely gone," Aria whispered, joining him at the helm. She had washed the ash from her "long ash-brown hair," but the "raw vulnerability" in her eyes remained. She held a cup of bitter, "Analog" coffee, the steam rising into the freezing morning air. "I keep waiting for the 'Chronicle' chime to hit the back of my skull. I keep waiting for the world to tell me I’m 'Unindexed.'" "The world is finished telling us anything, Aria," Ethan said, his voice a low, "ruthless" rasp. "We’re in the 'Dead-Zone' now. Not because the machine is broken, but because we’re the ones who stopped listening."

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Steady Ground Anna’s POV The office feels different again. But this time— Not heavy. Not suffocating. Balanced. --- After the Storm The shift is subtle. Easy to miss if you’re not paying attention. But I am. Because I’ve learned— The loud moments aren’t what define you here. The quiet ones do. --- The Floor People still look. Still pause when I pass. Still whisper— But it’s quieter now. Less sharp.

(Pandoras Pov) TWO YEARS LATER Evergreen was quiet in a way that felt earned. Not the brittle silence that followed violence, nor the careful hush people kept when they were afraid of being overheard, but the deep, breathing calm that settled over land at the end of a long day. Fields stretched wide beneath the lowering sun, cicadas threading sound through the air. The earth itself seemed to loosen, as if it had finally exhaled after holding its breath for too long.

•|•|• "A keffer? Do not speak of those curses unless you wished to be cursed yourself." •|•|• [Kayos] Peace and Quiet. The darkness was my home and I reveled in the quietness that accompanied the midnight as I casually flipped through the book I was reading in the dark. Despite having no candle light to see, I was quite able to read the words as clear as if it where day, only looking up when the door suddenly opened.

I'm absolutely addicted to the woman and I know the guys are too. She has done more then any other woman could do and I know as more years pass we will stay together because I'm never giving up on her. She helped Seth walk and Scott through his illness and even Steven admitted if not for her he doesn't know where he will be. I kissed her head pulled her to lay down and snuggle her till we fall asleep. We got the quiet girl but she is not a quiet woman and fuck if that doesn't make her sexy. As I drift off I realized she went from quiet to outspoken and we helped in that. Now on to new adventures and more time with our quiet woman. The End

"Peaceful and quiet." "That's not supposed to happen!" Dame exclaimed. "The words peace and quiet have never been part of your vocabulary." "I know," Derrick whispered. "Is it too bad if I like it?" "I mean, it's fine," Zin responded. "But I don't think it's usual that you can't hear any evil thoughts at all." "I can hear them," Derrick tried to explain. "But it's quiet, almost silent. The whispers that were once clouding up my mind now sound like insects buzzing near me."