Touch The Sound Of Silence Novels & Stories

Kairi, abandoning all dignity, clapped his hands in a deliberately off-beat, complex counter-rhythm. The hum in Silas's throat grew stronger. He lifted his recorder, still silent, but his fingers moved over the holes, remembering. The bubble shuddered, contracted— And with a sound like a thousand sheets of parchment being torn at once, the silencing field shattered. Noise crashed back in—the fire's crackle, our ragged breathing, Maia's joyful bark. And over it all, Silas, playing the "Cobbler's Jig" with a ferocious, defiant joy, each note a spit in the eye of the silence that had tried to claim him.

It was breathtaking. A composer, instead of writing a symphony, created a piece of music that was 99% silence. The only sounds were tiny, spaced-out notes that served to frame and highlight the silence between them, making the listener aware of its depth and beauty, just as the Solitaires were. The project became a sensation in the Nexus. People lined up to step into the crystal sphere. They sat in quiet rooms, listening to the music of near-silence. They were rediscovering a part of their own legacy—the value of stillness—through the gifts of these strangers.

Then he shook his head. “I think there is nothing better than silence.” Mara felt her heart beat faster. Because she understood what he meant. It wasn't empty. This special kind of silence, in which words would only disturb. She came closer. Now they stood so close to each other that she could feel his breath. Noah slowly lifted his hand. His fingers touched her cheek. Easy. Like he's still making sure they don't suddenly disappear . Mara just closed his eyes. This touch was tenderer than the kiss in the afternoon.

I looked up to see him still staring then I tried to take my eyes off him but he wouldn't let me, he turned my face to him and slowly put his lips on mine, I wanted to push him, I wanted to yell at him but I couldn't do anything then I finally give in, I relaxed and let him have his way, then the most strange thing happened his thoughts almost explode my brain, I could hear it loud and clear now. 'I love you Natalie right from the first day I met you, every day the feelings grow I just couldn't take my eyes off you, and I want to always be with you' damn, I thought as I heard his silent confession which I wish he had said out loud instead of saying it with his thoughts, the shutter of a phon

The entire pack hall fell instantly silent. The doors burst open with a bang, and Nolan stormed in, the full weight of the Silverglade Pack’s leadership trailing nervously behind him. The moment he threw me a heartbeat's glance, Janine, who was still holding the knife aloft, was flung violently across the hall by an invisible force. She smashed through three support pillars and landed embedded deep in the far wall. Despite being Silverglade’s top warrior, Aiden had already collapsed into a trembling heap on the floor. Faelan, who was finally free, leapt up and ran to Nolan, sobbing as he threw himself into his father’s arms.

‎ ‎No disappearance ever took anything away. ‎ ‎Only this. ‎ ‎The light that is. ‎ ‎The love that is. ‎ ‎The being that is. ‎ ‎The ordinary sound of traffic outside is this. ‎ ‎The distant bark of a dog is this. ‎ ‎The hum of the refrigerator is this. ‎ ‎The click of a key is this. ‎ ‎The quiet of the room is this. ‎ ‎No sound apart from sounding. ‎ ‎No silence apart from silencing. ‎ ‎Only this.

I’ve watched empires burn and walked away without blinking. But this sound? This rhythmic, rapid-fire beat of existence? It drops me to my knees. I reach out, my hand shaking as I grasp Eve’s hand. Her fingers tighten around mine instantly. I look down at her. She’s crying, silent tears tracking down her cheeks, a soft, wondrous smile on her lips. "Do you hear that?" she whispers. "I hear it," I choke out. My voice is wrecked. Unrecognizable. I squeeze her hand, fighting the urge to bury my face in her neck and weep like a child. I feel stripped raw. Exposed. The armor I’ve spent a lifetime welding to my skin has just been pierced by a sound wave.