The Static Speaks My Name Game Novels & Stories

Where it speaks the words. “Can you hear me? I’ve been calling out your name. Where have you been? What took you so long to come? Don’t you miss me and the game we are playing? I am playing nice as I have promised. Isn’t this fun? Our game of, hide and seek.”

Benjamin, as the father of the child, volunteered to drive her. Throughout the drive, the conversation was one-sided, with Benjamin trying to strike up a conversation. Nissa, as always, couldn't speak. But even if she could, she wouldn't have bothered with hand signs just to reply to him. There was a time when Benjamin ignored her silence. Now, it was he who wanted to speak, but she didn't want to hear it. So he rambled on, as if trying to pour out everything he'd never said in his entire life.

Natalie…" I walked past him and continued on my way. This time, he didn't follow. When I reached the intersection, Ivy sent me a message. "Ms. Lawson, we're playing a mystery box game at tomorrow's team-building event. Are you coming? I heard everyone's guaranteed to win a prize!" Looking at those words, I smiled and replied, "I'll be there." The next day, I drew a small card at the company team-building event. It didn't say, "Thank you for participating." Instead, it read, "Today's Lucky Winner."

But now we have seen how much depth you possess and we're willing to seal the deal and also invest in the shares of the new product. She acclaimed and just like that, a heavy load was taken off my shoulders. "Thank you... Ms.. ummm.." I mumbled awkwardly. "Ms Simone, Simone Roberto." She smiled at me and I smiled back brightly. "Thanks for the chance... Thank you for listening to me," I appreciated and for some reason, felt a splash of excitement. Why did I feel so happy? I was practically scoring more points for an empire I wanted to destroy. But that was the war, winning against Silas was the battle at hand.

“Can you hear me?” Their reflections looked at her. And then— They smiled. Not friendly smiles. Not human smiles. Anna’s heart pounded. They weren’t her friends. They were their reflections. A voice echoed across the realm. “To win the game… you must defeat yourselves.” --- The Final Game Begins Anna stepped back, her breath shallow. Her own reflection stepped forward. “You took something from me,” the reflection said, voice eerily calm. “Now it’s time to give it back.” Logan’s reflection raised a hand. Flames erupted from his palm, but they were dark, corrupted.

He stood up and suddenly hugged me. My cheek was pressed to his shirt, his heartbeat strong under my ear. My tensed muscles melting. I told those muscles, very sterny, not to bow to the enemy. I should not be inhaling his scent like it was oxygen. I quickly pushed him backward. "I'm sorry, it's just..I... gratitude and..." He stuttered. "Good night.”I said. "Good night, Danica." Why was he pronouncing my name like that? ********* *LORENZO*

“These questions aren't enough to make it difficult for you… This sentence internally… The taboo of revealing identity will result in death. How reckless?” “New recreations reach first to me, everything else… Nothing.” “You let go of Lady Alice. I just came up with a very interesting game. The game is called 1:1. Sound mesmerizing?” "I haven't asked the last question yet." “The first question you asked two questions, I answered them both. Law is law, fair contract. To say is to do.” "Okay. Put her down.”

"Sophy, let's collaborate on the next game, a couple's mobile game." Sophia's eyes lit up, and she tilted her head to look at him. "Sure, I'll provide the technology, and you'll provide the money." Elliot smiled. "Deal. Let's name the game Deep Love for Sophia.” Sophia couldn't help but laugh. "You're going too fast! You've already decided on the name?" "Yeah, then we'll choose a couple's nickname when the time comes," Elliot said. Sophia couldn't contain her laughter. "Sure."

Before he could answer, I took my three children by the hand and walked out. Behind me, Jared was struggling against the guards holding him back. His voice grew louder and louder, shouting my name, but I ignored it. Pulling out my phone, I sent a message. [Thank you for inviting me. I’m sorry for ruining your competition.] The reply came instantly. [On the contrary. This incident gave us traffic and revenue. You’re the real queen of profit.] A huge transfer hit my account, followed by another message: [Your payment, and my gift. Nirvana is the perfect name. Congratulations on your rebirth. Can I attend your company’s launch event?] I smiled. [Mark, you’re always welcome.]

I meet every gaze without flinching. Let them look. Let them wonder. Let them *fear* what they can't name. The guards force me to my knees at the center of the arena. The silver cuffs bite into my skin, but I don't cry out. I don't even blink. I won't give them the satisfaction. The High Elder steps forward. His robes brush the dusty floor. His voice cuts sharp through the murmurs. "Name." I stay silent. "Your name, girl." Still nothing.