These Silent Woods Novels & Stories

It was confusing to her she thought they could drive there, Nicole was not ready to walk, “I imagined we would drive to the place,” she uttered. “How do you intend on driving to a river in the middle of the woods, expect you know something I don’t,” he told her sarcastically, “are you scared of the woods?” he asked Nicole. “why would I ever be? It was just a thought,” she explained. “I could not see any river in view so it seems quite a distance from here, moreover how did you ever even find it? Like what in the world were you looking for in these woods that dragged you deep inside,” Nicole asked.

Dua's POV I walked out of the house and towards the forest in search of my spot that no one exactly knows about, it's hidden away from the public since it's quite deep into the woods no one comes here since its half on our property while the other half isn't quite worth to look at. my eyes wander all around taking in the slightly darkened scenery as I keep my pace slow and steady on the crooked ground. we moved here when I had just gotten out of the hell I called my lovely marriage to give me a change in environment, it did help but I guess a change in scenery isn't what you need every time you're trying not to kill yourself.

The woods were unnervingly still. Not even the breeze stirred the canopy overhead, and the thick branches swallowed most of the moonlight, leaving the forest floor broken into fractured patches of silver and shadow. Elora’s boots sank softly into the damp earth, each step heavy with unease. The air smelled of pine and moss, sharp and clinging, but it carried no life. No crickets. No rustling leaves. No owls. Only silence—an unnatural silence that pressed against her ears until she almost wished for a sound to break it.

“Only speak when you absolutely must.” I nodded. It wasn’t exactly a challenge for me to keep my thoughts to myself. I had been doing it all my life. Ronan must have caught that thought on my face because he smiled at me before kissing my nose and sobering once more. Ronan led me on a winding path through the forest. I shivered at our surroundings. Where the forest between the castle and the Warren was vibrant with life, this place felt dead and oppressive. There were no birds singing, no insects buzzing.

" Silence fell on the other side of the camera. I gave a wry smile and picked up my tray to continue working. It wasn't until 2:00 am that I dragged my exhausted body out through the bar's front door. The woman approached me again. "Julian, do you need the money because you're in some kind of trouble? I might be able to help you." The moment I looked up, blood suddenly gushed from my nose. A cry of alarm came from behind the camera. "Julian!"

"Let it fall, Soji. Do you think our ancestors' Aso Oke stayed bright forever? No. The sun bleaches it, the rain softens it, and eventually, the earth takes it back. That is the dialogue between the maker and the world. If you hold on too tight to the beauty you make, you will become a prisoner of your own hands." He handed Tobi the linoleum block and the carving knife. The metal was cool, but the handle felt warm from Grandpa’s grip. "Now, tell me," Grandpa challenged, leaning in until Tobi could smell the cedarwood on his skin. "If you were to cut away the noise of Bode’s shouting, or the sound of the danfo horns, what would be left under the surface? What is the shape of the silence?" Tob

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

Matthew grunted, turning his head so that I caught the bewildered look on his face. “That's the point. It's too quiet. The dark woods are never quiet.” I growled back, agreeing with my brother as my calves tightened around the horse’s muscular belly. There was always the sound of a woman screaming somewhere in the woods, or an owl hooting, or the chirp of songbirds singing to the moon, instead, there was the dull silence broken only by the rasp of our hushed voices. A beat passed with nothing happening and I felt the tension in my shoulders relax a little, pulling the hood down and brushing my hands through my hair with the chuckle ready on my lips when a loud whooshing sound caught my atten

Kaelen Thorne The Whispering Woods did not look like the lush, green forests of the North. As the obsidian skiff glided onto the muddy banks of the Western border, the trees we saw were white, not with snow, but with bark that looked like bleached bone. Their leaves didn't rustle; they clicked against one another like the keys of a thousand typewriters. "The Postmaster said the postage was a song," Mina whispered, clutching her stuffed wolf. She looked up at the towering, silent canopy. "But it’s too quiet to sing here, Papa."