This Thing A Quiet Madness Made Novels & Stories

“This was Chloe’s fault. I’ll find the best jeweler and have them make an identical one for you. Can you forgive her?” Just as I was about to respond, the wolf at his side yawned, and I heard him say, “Do you even remember what that pendant originally looked like? No? Then how are you going to make an identical one? You liar! Haha, you’ll just find something similar and hand it over, right? And she won’t even know the difference. After all, don’t all pendants look the same?” I fell silent, swallowing down the urge to cry. “It’s fine. Just throw it away. I don’t want it anymore.”

The two of them tangled together, and the scene spiraled out of control. Documents, keyboards, and coffee cups were knocked off desks, scattering everywhere. The guys from Team A rushed over to break it up, but Donald's people boxed them in, shoving and shouting. The entire floor erupted in chaos. "Enough! Stop it right now!" I yelled.

The thumbnail showed the limited edition tie I had given Roman for our second anniversary, then carelessly thrown over the side of a messy hotel bed. My hands shook as I tapped to play it. There was Liliana, in her skimpy nightie, disheveled and flushed, sprawled across a plush bed. Suddenly, she propped herself up and grabbed Roman, who was trying to leave, her feverish face pressing against his rigid back. "Roman...don't go... I feel awful... That last drink... I think someone spiked it..." Roman froze. He turned to look at her, her eyes glazed and breathing ragged, and his Adam's apple bobbed hard.

They're all part of the apartments charm, I guess. I eased the door shut until the latch caught with a faint, metallic click, and I just stayed there, letting the wood take my full weight. It was one of those heavy, airless silences that rings in your ears the kind of quiet that feels less like peace and more like the world is laughing at me for dragging myself through another shift on nothing but sheer exhaustion.

The morning light that filtered through the sheer linen drapes of Selah’s bedroom was soft, pale, and washed clean by the autumn storm. The quiet of the brownstone was absolute, punctuated only by the faint, distant chirp of city birds in the damp maples outside. Selah woke slowly, sinking into the deep, luxurious warmth of her mattress. For the first time in years, the phantom didn't wake up with her guard fully raised. There was no immediate scanning of her security feeds, no instant mental catalog of the day's threats.

I shouted at the same time the man suddenly dropped me on his back and the pain in my whole body when he dropped me. "You're making noise you're a girl!" He said then he stretched his laughter. "Thank you, I need you in my experiment of psyche life if it doesn't take long for your head to explode." Adonis suddenly said to me now as he calmed himself down. "Carry that quickly!" He yelled at the man again then these crazy people carried me and they continued walking. When suddenly there was a madman who blocked our way. "Omg!! do you have to end your madness?!!" irita said now when Asher suddenly put his sword on his shoulder and grinned at us. But suddenly I was more irritated when I saw kylo

"It won't stop whispering. It keeps telling me I'm alone. That no one cares. That I should just give up." "The quiet," I said. "It's still inside them. It followed them here." "How is that possible?" Tessa asked. "They're in Sanctuary. The walls should protect them." "The walls protect us from the quiet outside," I said. "But if the quiet is already inside them, the walls can't do anything." "Then what do we do?" Marcus demanded. "How do we help them?" I looked at the refugees, at the fear that was consuming them. The quiet had taken root in their hearts, poisoning them from the inside.

Blake Marianna and I doze in the quiet darkness of my bedroom for nearly an hour before convincing each other to get up long enough to put on clothes and brush our teeth, at least. Within minutes, we’re back in bed. Marianna snuggles close while I stare at the ceiling, listening to the… silence, as she drifts back to sleep. The world is a shockingly loud place, even in the dead of night. Normally, this is when the stars–the voices in my head–are the most annoying. Loud. Chaotic. Constantly chattering back and forth about everything and nothing all at once. But now?

Alan There is a moment between dying and not dying where everything is perfectly quiet. Not the quiet of sleep, not the quiet of a room with the door shut and the world locked out. Something else entirely. Something so deep and complete that calling it quiet felt wrong, felt like the wrong word for a thing that had no word, because it was not the absence of sound…it was the absence of everything, and it was not terrifying the way I had always imagined it would be. It was a relief.

My heart plummeted, my stomach churning with unease. No. I staggered forward. Not them. My lungs burned as I broke into a run. Please not them— Something struck the back of my head, and I was hurled sideways, my face crashing into the ground. Before I could even register what had happened, Madness’ voice reached me. “I don’t have to touch you to break you when I can simply make someone else do the bidding for me…” Madness said calmly. “And who could tame you better than your oldest trauma?”