The Silence Novels & Stories

a voice called, distant but familiar. I didn’t have the strength to respond. My eyes fluttered shut as the darkness took over. Finally, silence.

You mustn't shield her, or else she'll be taken away by the Silverlune Guards. I tried to punch Dad angrily, but my fists passed through the air uselessly. "Bad Dad! That's not me at all! Have you forgotten? You tore the pocket in that shirt, and Mom stitched a little rabbit in that spot. The shirt in the video doesn't have a rabbit!" Mom, who had been laughing just a moment ago, suddenly fell silent. She stared at Dad, her eyes filled with contempt. "Call the Silverlune Guards here, then," she said. "I'll wait here for them."

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The silence that followed was the longest silence she had ever stood in. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> And then Nyx answered.

Like the calmness that persist before a tornado . Silence is unavoidable nothingness. A quiet that is deafening. Silence is the void, broken by noise which shatters it like glass. Silence is loudest noise. There was a sense of tension in the aroma inside the house. Silence sucks!

ALANA The silence was the loudest thing in the room. It stretched, a suffocating blanket that clung to my skin, louder than the gunfire that had shattered the night only minutes ago. My ears still rang, but the absence of chaos, the stillness after the storm, cut sharper than any sound.

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back

You thought you knew the weight of something and then you picked it up and discovered you had been wrong by a significant amount. The silence had a texture. Not cold. Not angry in the obvious way. Something emptier than either of those things. It was the silence of someone who had removed you from the room they were living in. Not locked the door against you. Not posted a sign. Simply ceased to include you in the space where they existed. Linda's number was in her phone. Zara looked at it sometimes in the evenings when the flat was quiet. She did not call.

A distant rumble shook the heavens. The crack above the city widened slightly. Everyone looked up. The darkness beyond reality was moving. Watching. Waiting. The First Silence. Nova felt it immediately. Not fear. Not anger. Curiosity. The First Silence was observing. Learning. Like it always had. The Third Silence noticed too. His expression hardened. "He's here." The First Memory nodded. "Yes." The city grew brighter. Silver light flooded the horizon. Then the world became quiet. Perfectly quiet. Every sound vanished.

I said quietly, ignoring the reporter and speaking only to Eliana. Her breath hitched. “It was the silence,” I said. “The silence?” Sylvia asked, confused. “I live a loud life,” I explained, not breaking eye contact with Eliana. “Noise. Demands. chaos. Everyone wants something. Everyone is loud about what they want.” I reached out, my thumb tracing the line of Eliana’s jaw. “But Eliana… she doesn’t ask for anything. She brings peace. The first time we sat in a room together and didn’t speak… the silence wasn’t empty. It was full. It was the first time in ten years I didn’t feel like I had to watch