The Static That Speaks My Name Novels & Stories

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

He had this high-pitched tone that has a strong sense of joviality. “I saw him, he hit you! He meant it,” the guy cried. He knew for sure that Charles meant that, but it was not a big of a deal. He did not care much; perhaps he was thinking that everything is pointless and he was used to interacting with people like Charles. To cut the conversation off, he interrupted. “I’m Praxis, nice meeting you.” The guy stared at him rather amused. “Praxis, such a unique name. Where did your parents get that from?”

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

"He just doesn't deign to speak to commoners like us; that's all. As the saying goes, speech is silver, and silence is golden." They bounced off each other flawlessly. The nannies kept their eyes glued to the floor, but their shoulders were twitching in amusement. They were laughing at the mute. I walked right past them with a completely deadpan expression. It was like watching two monkeys in a barrel. They were a bore and incredibly childish.

We were no longer walking on filaments of light; we were wading through a thick, silver-grey Static—a psychic white noise that tasted of copper and ozone, vibrating at a frequency specifically designed to interfere with the biological resonance of a mate-bond. "Keep your eyes on the glow of my marks, Eryx," I commanded, my voice sounding distant and tinny, as if I were speaking through a long, metallic pipe. My sunset-gold fire flickered dangerously, the edges of the flame turning a sickly, digital blue as the entropy field attempted to "re-index" my power.

Chapter 6: The Weight of Silence The car moved steadily through the quiet night. The city lights glared past the windows. The roads were less crowded now, the noise of the conference long left behind. Inside the car, the silence felt heavy. Marcus sat on the driver's seat. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, his posture straight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He had learned over the years when to speak and when not to. In the back seat, Lucas sat slightly turned to the side.

but the reality was a plush, silent room and a voice, a stranger's voice, that had just greeted me from the shadows. "Comfortable?" it asked. It was a man's voice, deep, smooth, and utterly calm. It held no identifiable accent, just a polished, resonant tone that seemed to vibrate in my lower belly. "Yes," I breathed out, my own voice sounding small and shaky in the vast quiet. "Good. My name is Silas. For tonight, I am your guide. Your only guide. You will see nothing. You will be led only by my voice and by touch. Do you understand?"

I didn't know who was speaking, but I recognised the quality of the silence that answered. The supernatural being on the other end of that deal didn't respond with words. It responded with the particular stillness of something that has been offered exactly what it wanted and is deciding whether to let the person offering know that yet. "Name your price." The voice said again. It cracked slightly on the last word. Just slightly. “You.” The being answered, and I jerked back to reality, coughing hard as I exhaled and inhaled at the same time. It felt like I had been out of fresh air for a while.

I added "That's the truth, I am not going to go back on my word. You should know who I am and how powerful I am" I added and relaxed in my chair. "All I need is a name" I said and waited. I didn't know how I was able to be so bold to talk to them, but I did and deep down I prayed my little speech worked I waited for long, but none of them said a thing, I was almost giving up with their silence before one spoke up.

My voice came out weaker than I intended. For several seconds, silence followed. Then the man spoke. “My name is Daniel.” That didn’t help. I didn’t know any Daniel. “What do you want?” I asked. “I need to talk to you.” His voice was calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that somehow made everything worse. I took another step backward. “I don’t know you.” “I know.” “Then why are you here?” Another pause. Then he said something that made my entire body go still. “I knew your mother.”