Those Who Have Ears Let Them Hear Novels & Stories

It feels like something else, like breathing after being underwater too long. Finally, Clara whispers, “Then it’s settled.” Anna adds softly, “May God have mercy on us.” And then, one by one, the others repeat her words, some out loud, some under their breath. “May God have mercy on us.” When their voices fade, I press my fingers to the crack in the wall. “We’ll make it out,” I whisper. “I swear we will.” From the other side, little Ella whispers back, “We believe you.”

My heart sank, and I started to doubt myself. Could Snowie really hear my thoughts? Eva glared at me. "Ginny, what else do you have to say for yourself?" The entire class turned on me, demanding that I apologize to Eva. Right at this moment, Snowie abruptly yelled, "Everyone, silence! I can hear her thoughts again."

Across the city. Across the valleys. Across the mountains. The sound spread like laughter. Doors opened. Not by themselves. From within. People stepped outside. Hundreds of them. Men. Women. Children. All wearing the same expression. Curiosity. Not fear. Wonder. They looked at one another. As though seeing each other for the first time. A little girl pointed toward Harbor. "He has a sound." A young boy frowned. "No..." He smiled. "He has a name." The words rippled through the gathering.

I share with her. “How do I command people?” she asks. “With your voice, why?” I ask. “Because those fuckers are coming for us and I want to be prepared to shut them down before anyone gets hurt,” she replies pissed off. “You can only command those who can hear you,” I reply to her cautiously. “If they realize that from the prophecy, they could attempt to use ear plugs to avoid hearing your commands,” he says to me.

Stronger. Kieran’s jaw set. “They’ll come.” “Yes,” I said. “And they’ll choose.” Across the land, every Alpha heard the wordand none could pretend they hadn’t.

We even heard her voice. “Invalidate the invisible request.” She is coming back, we can see her again. “It’s great, but, Kiloy. They can still hear us even though they can’t see us?” Tonette asked curiously. “Yes, Tonette. So if possible, let’s not make any noise. So that we don’t get caught by the enemies.” Tonette and I nodded in return. “That’s enough, let’s go to sleep. Just remember those words tomorrow that will be said if ever. Dralia reminded us.

Two men appeared. They spoke quietly. He couldn't hear the first few words. Then one said, "The tunnel is still watched." The other replied, "Then we use the other side." Alex's eyes narrowed. The men walked toward the quarry. He remained completely still. One of them stopped. "Did you hear something?" Alex held his breath. The man looked around. Then the other grabbed his arm. "Leave it." They continued walking. Alex waited until their footsteps disappeared. Then he emerged. The phrase stayed in his mind.

"It’s a new horizon. Let’s see what’s on the other side of it first." The Great Engine let out a long, low whistle—a sound of industrial defiance that echoed across the plains—and began to roll toward the unknown.

“You know there’s more than obedience here.” Roman’s eyes flickered, not with surprise but with an interest that rewired Luna’s fear into something like strategy. “I hear things,” he admitted. “Whispers. Dreams. The squeak of a mouse inside the wall. But hearing and understanding are different.” He lifted one shoulder, the dismissive gesture of a man who believed himself above the petty human drama around him. “At dawn, we will see who is brave enough to be clever and who is foolish enough to hide behind silence.”

I complained, understanding that he focused his gaze on us. “You can't look around and expect to see a mighty train station,” he chides me, using a touch of dominance I don't like. both are disabled. did you hear that? —Could you say that they are?— “Who doesn't have that reason?” I ask, in light of the fact that it's clearly me in particular who doesn't hear anything. My heart races with concern. "The Riders," Peter enlightens me. Also, we decide for the sound, we don't have much rhythm.