The Silent Corner Novels & Stories

Her jaw went tight on one side and she looked at the table and the candle between them was nearly gone now, the flame very small, the wax pooled flat around the wick. One second. Two. Three. Server set a glass on the shelf. Couple near the window laughed. A door somewhere opened, let cold air in, closed. The room kept going. She sat in the corner with her thumbnail pressed into the stem and her nail going white and the question exactly where he had left it and Nicolas Crane across the table not looking away. He asked once. He did not ask again. He sat with his hands flat and his eyes on her face and he waited and the silence between them had a shape to it now, dense and specific, the shape o

That was the word I’d never had a chance to say in my life. My fate finally brought me to my grandparents home, but my inability to speak came in my way. Unlike that dream, I couldn’t speak in the real world. Raising my trembling hands, I signed, forming the familiar words with my fingers. “Sorry. I am mute.” Silence blanketed the room as Corra’s eyes softened, glimmering with tears. But Velen wasn’t impressed at all. His lilac irises flared, burning so brightly that they nearly swallowed the whites of his eyes.

The first thing Elena noticed was the silence. Not the peaceful kind, the kind that wrapped around La Rivera at dawn like a lullaby, but the hollow kind, the kind that felt like something was missing. It lingered in the hallways even as staff arrived, even as the early morning sunlight spilled across the marble floors. It was the kind of silence that waited.

"With cameras on every corner, Charles won't be able to hide for long. He's bound to be caught any minute now." Olivia had barely hung up when a loud knock rattled my door. I did not bother opening it. Instead, I peered through the digital peephole and saw the unmistakable silhouette. "Charles, I can see you out there. Don't mess up again. Turn yourself in, and maybe you can get a second chance," I called out. The knocking grew fiercer as Charles heard me. He was cursing up a storm, but I tuned him out, still pushing for him to give up.

Even if I had a voice, I wouldn’t have been able to make a sound. I curled into a ball in the corner of my cell, and prayed to the moon that this whole day was some terrible dream.

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

- The Silent Man" With horrified looks, they rip open the box and to no surprise, they find the box filled with ashes of their son. The crowd waited impatiently to find out what was going on. With trembling hands, Mrs. Derrick read the note again, hoping whatever she had read before would magically change. Mrs. Derrick fell on the ground, going completely unconcious. Mr. Derrick screamed for someone to call the police, unable to look back at the package. A couple of people in the very confused crowd dialed 911. Ambulances followed by police cars arrived at the house not long later, sirens filling the neighborhood. Mrs. Derrick was carried out into the ambulance. The crowd scattered swiftly o

She might have been born to his world, but she could never feel like she belonged in it. From the clock, her gaze shifted to the plaque hanging on the wall. It was a saying by Eleanor Roosevelt and it reminded her that she might not be able to help her shyness, but she did not have to be craven as well. She would just hand him the card and return to her room, she decided. Dash became aware of Tess instantly when she arrived once again in the periphery of his vision. She said and did nothing, but the sweet scent he associated with her reached out to surround him. He turned from the cover model who had approached him within seconds of Tess's disappearance from their table.

*****************************POV: Claire********************** --- There’s a certain kind of silence that doesn’t feel safe. Not the comfortable, blanket-wrapped kind that comes after a long day. Not the sweet, post-rain hush where everything smells like earth and renewal. No, this silence is sharp. Like a knife held just out of view. And that morning, it followed me.

"Intelligence gathered in silence is worth more than intelligence gathered in noise. The woman in the corner, who has been dismissed as decoration, sees everything. She remembers everything. And when she finally decides to speak, the room has no idea how completely it has already lost." * * * Nadia talks for two hours.