The Silenced Novels & Stories

Si Matthias ang caller. “Babe, why are you not answering my calls? Maghapon akong tumatawag,” “Naka silent mood ang cellphone ko,” sabi ko hinayaan na magsalita si Matthias.. Hinila ni Ricky ang comporter sa kamay ko kaya suminghal ako. “Bakla makahila ka wagas? Hindi makapag-antay,” “Eh, inaantok na ako gusto ko ng matulog,”

dagdag pa niya. Maraming naguguluhan sa usapan namin. Karamihan sa kanila, nagdadalawang-isip kung maniniwala ba kay Sofia o hindi. Hindi ako nagsalita. Wala pa akong masabi sa mga binitawan niyang salita. Parang natameme ako. Pero hindi puwedeng manahimik na lang ako. Silence means yes. At hindi ako papayag na malaman nilang isa akong huwad at ang totoong Aelice ay nagpakalayo na.

At hindi pa s'ya ganon na nakalapit ay narinig n'ya ang mahinang putok ng baril. Natulos s'ya sa kan'yang kinatatayuan at hindi agad nakagalaw. Alam n'ya ang tunog na iyon. May silencer na gamit sa baril ngunit dinig n'ya pa rin at kilala n'ya ang tunog ng gatilyo.

Ang mga mata ni Chlorothea ay biglang naging malamig. “The reports you saw. The dead street kids. The strange bruises. The poison traces.” Mahina siyang napalunok. “Lahat iyon ay epekto ng Incomplete Silent Death.” Nagkatinginan ang mga miyembro ng Strike Team. “Incomplete Silent Death?” gulat na wika ni Michael. “You mean, the weapon is still not complete?” “The complete version,” mahinahong sagot ni Chlorothea, “should kill its victim without pain. Without struggle. Walang bakas ng takot. Walang hiyaw. Parang natutulog lang sila, pero patay na.”

[Kalix—1st POV] I’ve always believed that silence was my weapon. But lately, it feels more like a curse I brought upon myself. I didn’t say goodbye when I left. I didn’t leave a letter. I couldn’t. Not when her face still haunted me at night. Not when every sound of our daughter laughing echoed like a gunshot inside my chest. I told myself I was doing the right thing—again. To protect them. To end this. But the truth?

Ang luha ko ay tuyo na, napalitan ng isang klase ng galit na hindi na kayang pawiin ng kahit anong dasal. "Vera, ang Ghost Protocol ay hindi lang ebidensya," sabi ni Silas habang iniaabot sa akin ang isang bagong identity card at isang compact na baril. "It's a roadmap to their destruction. Dante left you everything—the bank codes, the locations of their illegal warehouses, and the contacts of the people Alberto betrayed."

It won't be. Napatahimik siya bigla sa sinabi ko bago ako hindi makapaniwalang tinitigan.He just stand there looking blank at me and then look away.He sound his heel and took a couple of steps.Ansel look at me with nothing but seriousness in his eyes.He moved beside me and carefully hold my elbow. I am watching Sir Clinton move from his table still keeping his silence.I didn't know what's in his mind.He just suddenly shut off .The room grew in complete silence and i tried to get myself.Rewiring my brain and

C. Nakangiti kong binuklat ang diyaryo patungo sa page na iyon at kaagad na bumungad ang mensahe niyang tula para sa akin. Whispers of You, My Sinta By: H. A. C. The silent halls still echo with your name, Your voice, a melody I long to hear, No warmth can chase the cold since you first came. The chapel lights flicker, but not the same, Your presence once made every shadow clear,

KAUNTING NAGULAT din dito si Isla. Sinabi lang niya na hihingi siya ng tawad kay Shirley sa publiko, pero hindi naman talaga niya ginawa. The timing of the exposure was so perfect. Parang ginawa mismo iyon ni Shirley sa sarili para pag-usapan siya. Isla took out her phone and searched for the keywords. There is indeed such a post. Malinaw na maingat na pinili ng whistleblower ang kanyang mga ginamit na salita upang mas lumagablab ang isyu. The author skillfully portrays the clandestine relationship between Silas and Shirley as a romantic and genuine love story.