The Silent Symphony Novels & Stories

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

She missed walking down the road like every other average lady without any fear of being watched. She missed the nostalgic feeling of freedom. She laughed at how things had barely changed. Not like she had expected it to, but she couldn’t help but wish things had changed. Diverting to the lonely path, she took out her phone and plugged in her earphones, playing gentle music to go with the environment, and twirled around noiselessly. This was her favorite scene. Her in a quiet place surrounded by nothing but grass and a pond, dancing with an invisible partner. Suddenly, she stopped and stared straight at her front, trying hard not to fall from her sudden stop.

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

Jahaan se zamaane ko guzre zamaana hua Where the world passed Mera samay toh wahin pe hai thehra hua My time is still there Bataaun tumhe kya mere sath kya kya hua Tell me what happened to me Khamoshiyan ek saaz hai Tum dhun koi laao zaraa You tune someone Khamoshiyan alfaaz hain Kabhi aa gunguna le zara Silence is Alphas Sometimes come lukewarm Desperate to talk Let them say, please come Silences Your mine, silence Silences Draped, silenced Rivers water also flows silently here Lakh silences hidden in moonlight Where are the drops of rain There is a silent smoke in the burning hearts Silence is sky Come on you fly Feeling silent Do you feel Beqarar hain baat karne ko Kehne do inko zaraa.. h

Students were walking in groups while chatting and laughing. Well 35 street was near the Centaury street and that is why its lifestyle was better. Ten turned up the volume. Apple’s favorite song, ‘Ice’ by Athena Soul was playing as a smile slid out at the corner of my lips. “You like the song, don’t you?” asked Ten while he taped his fingers on the steering wheel. ~ ~ ~ “Don’t worry they’ll be here” Ten said while staring at his hand watch. It looked expensive, shiny and huge. I nodded while I looked around the quiet Dark Pub we were in.

WE SPENT THE next few minutes in silence just wrapped up in each other and not saying anything. I was glad that we didn't need words in order to know what exactly each was feeling or wanted to say. "Do you think we should read now?" I asked. "Or maybe later?" Nick shrugged but nodded nevertheless. "Yeah I think we should do that otherwise I might not be able to keep my hands to myself any longer," he said with a smirk as I got out of his hold.

There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you If there is a morning to come I wish I could hear you again, hear you I can only see your smile Stay in the room There is no one like you Be who they are You are the sun in the rainy season And on my cloudy morning There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you Be who they are There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you Be who they are There is no one like you Be who they are Just like Rolling in the Deep, Sila ended quickly, Annie who’s about to dance doesn’t come out also so we went s

*"You cannot wield it!" "I don't need to," I say, snapping the baton over my knee. --- **The Silence** The storm collapses, the lightning dissipating into static. The Maestro screams, his form unraveling into shards of light and shadow. *"This is not the end!"* he roars, his voice fracturing. *"The symphony is eternal!"* The shards scatter, the storm fading to a dull hum. Eden collapses, the melody in his veins quieting. His scars are raw, his breathing shallow.

The soundwaves seemed to pulse with life, a testament to the enduring power of silence. Ren added a voice loop that night: “Not all echoes begin with words.” She layered the pinecone’s ambient scratch, wind brushing bamboo, and breath held for six seconds. Then she said, softly: “This sound was gifted. We honor it by not asking for more.” Ren’s voice loop was a tribute to the pinecone’s message, a celebration of the beauty of silence and the power of listening. It was a reminder that sometimes, the most profound connections are made not through words, but through the simple act of being present.

"It's the sonic equivalent of the Aetheric Entropy, but instead of mathematical decay, it promotes acoustic self-destruction. They cannot silence it because silencing a frequency requires another frequency and this one is designed to consume all others." The crucial data was the Acoustic Weaver's aggressive reaction to Zeva's stillness. Your stillness is chaos. Your lack of frequency is discord. "They perceive silence as the ultimate form of noise," I concluded. "Our first contact failed because our lack of sound was the most hostile thing they could imagine. To them,silence equals separation and decay." I channeled my most disciplined Light and Ice elements, filtering the raw sonic data thr