روايات وقصص ضمن Touch The Sound Of Silence

There was a note on top of it too. She moved closer, not knowing if to touch it or not. She decided not to use her bare hands, she looked for a stick and used it to hit the note until it fell off. She used a stick to drag it close to her feet, shaking as she did it. Then, she picked it up and it read: “This is a warning not to touch what is not yours. Let’s be civil people. I hope Lucas looked good in his final moments. Love - Kai”.

Wife… Malcolm sighed, it seemed he was getting too used to the term—and he seemed to love it. Just then, his phone rang and at the sight of the caller’s ID, he quickly signaled the whipping to stop. He ordered that Yolanda be gagged to avoid making a noise, soon, the noise-filled tunnel was as silent as a graveyard. Only then did Malcolm answer the phone, making a low growl to indicate to who it was that he was listening. He didn’t say a word but minutes later, his face turned grave and like lightning, he was gone.

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

a voice called, distant but familiar. I didn’t have the strength to respond. My eyes fluttered shut as the darkness took over. Finally, silence.

*****************************POV: Claire********************** --- There’s a certain kind of silence that doesn’t feel safe. Not the comfortable, blanket-wrapped kind that comes after a long day. Not the sweet, post-rain hush where everything smells like earth and renewal. No, this silence is sharp. Like a knife held just out of view. And that morning, it followed me.

"It's the sonic equivalent of the Aetheric Entropy, but instead of mathematical decay, it promotes acoustic self-destruction. They cannot silence it because silencing a frequency requires another frequency and this one is designed to consume all others." The crucial data was the Acoustic Weaver's aggressive reaction to Zeva's stillness. Your stillness is chaos. Your lack of frequency is discord. "They perceive silence as the ultimate form of noise," I concluded. "Our first contact failed because our lack of sound was the most hostile thing they could imagine. To them,silence equals separation and decay." I channeled my most disciplined Light and Ice elements, filtering the raw sonic data thr

"With cameras on every corner, Charles won't be able to hide for long. He's bound to be caught any minute now." Olivia had barely hung up when a loud knock rattled my door. I did not bother opening it. Instead, I peered through the digital peephole and saw the unmistakable silhouette. "Charles, I can see you out there. Don't mess up again. Turn yourself in, and maybe you can get a second chance," I called out. The knocking grew fiercer as Charles heard me. He was cursing up a storm, but I tuned him out, still pushing for him to give up.

No pushing. He just… let the silence return. Gave me space to be small again. I was grateful for that. A second later, his hand moved to the dash, flipping through the radio stations. Static. Rap. Afrobeat. Some old-school funk. Nothing stuck. Everything felt too loud. Until— “Wait,” I said, sitting up. “Hmm?” “That one.” It was Lovely—Billie Eilish and Khalid. Soft. Sad. Familiar. Like a lullaby written for broken people.

She curled her hand into a fist and pressed it there like she could hold onto it, but the emptiness spread wider the longer she lay still. For a moment she kept her eyes shut, breathing through the silence. But the silence wasn’t clean; it pressed on her chest, heavy, layered with sounds that weren’t really there — echoes of raised voices, boots crunching gravel, the metallic click of guns being cocked. She’d heard it last night through the walls, and even though Rhett had come back, even though he had slid into bed behind her like he was staking a claim, the noise lived on inside her.